Rumaging through the detritus left by assorted roadside ditches and best forgotten back alleyways in search of something, that elusive something, that spark, that almost imperceptible spark, that spark that might nevertheless grow... and burn it all down to the ground because the only thing worth climbing anymore is down the sides into the dark of that pit where lone shadows shift and ravenous decay sifts through the remnants of what could have been but never was because today was never good enough till tomorrow went and walked away...
I might have embraced you if only I hadn't forgotten to look
Over there, tucked in that crack, is that me... or you.... or who...
PS: That ain't my pic (if you don't recognize who that is, btw, shame on you), but he sorta almost looks like me in that one back in the day. Gone incognito for the time being. Some best forgotten vampires lurking in the shadows aren't all that cute, and I'd rather than not see me.
PPS: I'm older than you. That means somewhat past 19 even. And then some.
