The train tracks of adolescence, cut me in half. They suffocated the boy-child, and turned him into a broken man. But the child lives on, through paintings and words. My body is battered and bruised, but my soul is blue, like endless skies on a summer afternoon. All those sundays, when tomorrow never came. Reach out, and touch some kind of faith. Eyes of desire. The touch of a lovers hand upon your pale face. Let him caress you. Let him undress you. Sensual and forever, two lovers circling the world like birds. Wings of hope, stretched across your pretty dress. All woman, that’s what you are. Despite the struggles, and the mountain of pressure upon your tender back, you’re more than enough for him. Upon the bed, and inside his head, there’s no one he’d rather have than you. That’s just how you are. Striking and brilliant. Bullets and black stockings. The teeth of a piano, making music so delicate and frail.
Reclaim who you are. Take back the beauty, of childhood dreams. Do something meaningful. Show some heart. Swallowing a mouthful of wine, thunder roars in the distance. Curtains billow, grains of corn slipping between my fingers. There’s someone out there who knows what you are. They’ve seen your insides. They feel you wherever they go. The connection never lost. It’s in the dust. In the clothes that wrap around you skin. Moments, that go beyond everything. Light a cigarette, blow smoke to the ceiling. Feel the touch, of one who cares. Know how it feels, to end up with nothing. Left dangling in the wind, all alone with only fear and doubt to keep you company. Sat perched on the edge of the bed, disappearing in the waters of the womb. Cocoon yourself. Prepare for a journey, that has no destination. Grow your beard, and know that there’s no going back. Footsteps in the sand. In the bones, of all those yet to be born.