walk

sun.
sweat.
the flowing air.
a lonesome soul.
across the bridge.
above the sea.
keep walking.
away.
ahead.

Again...

again...
again...
struck from no where.
again.

work.

sit and stare.
as I drifted away.
eyes close and mind blanked.
the brightness of the screen,
a reflection of emptiness.
the worth of nothingness.

Holiday

Life's like fabulous.
Earning that little more income on my own.
Riding the wake,
Feeling the rush.
Skipping around the court,
Getting it down the line.
The sky look beautiful for the moment.
Not seeing it for a while may not be so bad after all.
When it ends and reality surface,
The cycle begins...
Things will start once again where it left off...

Many thanks my old friend...