Today was successful in a way which I failed a million times.
Tomorrow the success arrives…. Today I believe in that.
A friend arrived from hell today whenever that day was.
The day was night, she was in black and she walked to my mom.
I was not there my mom called me, she drove her to my side.
So, now my friend is back with me, the place that I reside.
My friend whimpers as the frog croaks and I just can’t stand the sound.
I am fully aware of the sound fact that she would be disturbed were she to hear…
Yes, The Frog.
Such sounds as frogs disturb my friend
and sights like spiders must just end.
The sounds in her sleep are more alive than the narrative she told this day.
A good Friday indeed because of a purpose of redefining.
Her sunglasses on, unable to fully enjoy the scenery of so serene.
The driving for the missing thing.
Prior she had wanted to live.
Prior she had wanted to heal.
Prior she had wanted to change.
She articulated her want,
anew, her want so true?
“To Just Get High.”
And those sounds and that cycle and the way she can’t run.
And the sores she scratched and scooped.
The circles swelling and bursting with blood.
My friend the beautiful villain trying to kill the hero in her own skin.
My friend the beautiful hero.
What will save her?
Only herself, no amount of me praising her as super makes it such.
The obvious is as green as the grass in someone else’s pipe.
She needs help and still she can only save herself.
What does she do now?
It appears, the alternative is to drown.
My friend, the beautiful heroine.
The more I think of words the more I think in words; the more I think as such, the more I write.
Sometimes I see only pictures please but then I hear a voice and I see words more clearly.