I Miss the Magic
and the mystery and the sense of awe that once so consummed me as a child now so derided by the adult life ive grown into and secretly despise--hoping that change is around the bend, over the river and through my mind.
i wondered, as i sat outside for two hours tonight with three beers and a stray cat what it was exactly i had (have) been yearning for.
the deeper meaning or the lack thereof which drove me to where i am now without direction?
or was it the passion delved deep in the back of my throat blocked by years of unadmissable facts?
either way, i sat.
and stared at the stars.
and noticed how they were looking down on me.