Beautiful days falter in their rhythm but not before the right amount of sunshine seeps into your bones, your hair, your eyes.
A never ending morning which stretches… till it snaps.
Billie Holiday waltzing into Jack Kerouac’s arms.
Words tumbling after words tumbling after words with a voice from another time…. another place.
The a.m glides into a could have been harsh noon.
Clear blue cliché skies, almost bordering on boring, but never tiring.
A drive made smooth by the excitement of an irregular heartbeat.
Make believe mag-lev wheel-road relationships.
Suddenly, running away seems like the only idea.
You hear distant laughter, but it’s actually yours.
Happiness comes cheap.
And in that forever-lingering moment you see it all, but only when you’ve driven past it, stopped, turned around and looked.
Hah! It was that easy.
It was always that easy but no one told you.
And you never asked.
An epiphany disguised as a day.
Those stay with you.
They get filed away in different hued memory slides.
To make it that much easier to identify them, to run back to them.
The feel good pill stuck inside of your head.
Squeeze it at will. More and more.
Serotonin never stood a chance.
And then… it’s all gone.
Like all good things you get used to.
Use & Amuse.
The hue gets dull till it’s just gray.
The shine takes a hike.
And then like a thankless junkie you wait.
You wait for the next day.
You wait for the next day to top the last one.
Bigger better faster meaner.
Another sign, another bolt of truth to hit you smack between your eyes.
And maybe you’ll skid and stop right in front of it, grab it, put it in a jar, wait for it to glow and call it yours.