I feel that freeing myself from attachments is one of the greatest gifts, to me.
I have worked on this the last three years- hard core.
I finally “arrived” at a state of mind that is completely satisfied with nothing. Nothing- as in needing nothing, wanting nothing.
I want to say I love you
scream it from the
mountain top and whisper
it close to your skin so
that the heated words tattoo
my name into...
To the man who saw me
Happy when no one was looking;
For smiling, applauding
My joy for the right tune,
I’m quite the pick up artist,
It’s a skill of mine,
I go out to some popular bar,
And get trashed on everything but wine.
I sauce until I’m a fall down mess,
Bemoaning how my life is shit,
Wailing my sorrows into my glass,
Until the bartender is sick of it.
I’ll slur out a morbid soliloquy,
And recite drunken poetry so shitty,
Until a lady has enough,
And talks to me out of pity.
Smooth operating there.