On 13th Street..

 Sometimes we overlook the systematics of reality. Caused by bluffs and broken promises, sacrificing time and energy, only to get nothing in return. A number; A memory for, birthday’s, and love. Blaming myself for everything. Her death and my life. Blaming others for what I couldn’t see, distancing myself from self realization. Walking on pins and needles standing on the egg shells forced in place of prosperity. 

 Those same systematics cause blimps in life that we want to cut from our past, but the past always comes back to haunt you. The hills have eyes, and they’re watching. Where you are is where I hope to be. Decamped, I say. Living through the brisk winds of your stress and anxiety. To have, not to hold and it’s something we never see coming. Loved by so many, but shutting me out, leaving me on that cold, 13th street.