Throb

I am a bit tired.
Not really sleepy.
Sort of worn out.
Not really that tired.
All is good.
But just tired enough to notice it.
Maybe I have grown less tough.
I used to enjoy my resiliency.
But, now, I am tired.
Of hurting.
Of pain.
Of regrets and confusion.
But things are getting better.
I have done things.
Taken steps.
Walk, then run.
Waves over waves.

Thinking in Tongues

Sitting here watching
Little red numbers roll by
Wondering if you think of me.
“If you sit down with this old clown
I’ll take that frown and break it.”
Slow dancing in the dark.
Naked and Honest.
I am going to party in Brest, France now.
Hee hee.
He said Brest.

Fix

Many tiny pieces all scratched and saved.
Now again taken out and let to shine.
From damaged nights and vile mornings
Again can come the simple pleasure.
Of the here.
The now.
Insignificance is awe brining.
Breathe and See.

On the way to France.

Hee hee hee.
It has been a while since I posted.
Some of that was because I was busy,
And other reasons where that I was very free.
But now I am away, sailing.
Adventure and fun in foreign ports!
More to come.