Soon to be

When you're married to your bewilderment and she thinks your so innocent, the days seem to drag on with no visits from your dreams or campfire places to sing, all un-mending at the seams. Cheap an stoic glances become your breakfast in bed and deep-end swimming the only leisure left in your head. Zoom in on the sleep filled pillow marks and you will find this weary traveler anxiously waiting to embark.

A new journey awaits

There is a little known journey, it keeps me safe but filled with fear. It stirs in me like a trapped tiger, it sings with my smile and laughter a never-ending song of being dragged through dirt and sand. I escape it and look at it as it floats away from above only to find my trail of blood and struggle are gone. It was me but it wasn't. Now I am but I am not.