The Depth of a Soul..

Just me with my thoughts, Not really with any sort of distinct or clear patterns, Just a jumbled mess of nonsense, Don't really know what I should say, or do. I guess I can start with a Thank-you, I'm glad that you're out, and not it. All i can think about now is the next trip I will go on. The new and endless possibilities, inspired by the open road and the breeze of warm air. So I'm just me, alone with my thoughts, They Don't make any sense, Just a jumbled mess of nothings. You might have had the last words, but I've had the last laugh. Are you serious? I am. I still have that smile on my face. The last smile I made when I put you out of my life. Aren't you glad that I have a sense of humor? You should be. I am here, Alone with my thoughts, The thought of you makes me happy oddly, I can't say why. Am I making any sense at all? Listen to this song, I'll kick you in the head. Oh it doesn't matter to me, I bet you wish it did? So it's just me,

I'm at peace with the decision. Happy with the outcome. I know you, and you know me, We are both one of a kind, Full of strength, While imperfect, We still find comfort in each others arms, rather its just a thought, or just a glance. we know what could be, and to that we'll be at peace, that at one day we might find it all, in the arms of each other. you're the best thing, I know not why, but I can't lie, this is in my heart, and that I can't deny. to you I make this simple note. keep it dear, as I hold you dear. I'm always here, and will hear you, Will hold you as you need holding, and will kiss you as the fates align. I'm the person you need, and I'm not going anywhere. you're in my life, and I'm in yours. this is how I want it. as is what you tell me. we'll find each other. that's for certain. my dear, I'll never be to far away...

It's simple - live life the way you want it to be. We are who we are, that's for sure. But we can still move forward; how and to what you want it to be. As kids, we saw life, as a make believe film. We played cops and robbers, climbed to the tops of Houses, slid down roofs, hid from mom and dad. Played till we had to come in. We got older, and summers never lasted long enough. We were the kings of the world. No one could tell us other wise, we did what we wanted to, and without excuses. As we grew past adolescence, Our world expanded, the sights seen, made more of an imprint on who we are. We experience more of life, the tragedies and the joys. We become real, and deep; full of scars. But they can't touch me. I see the world as it is, one hell of a messed up place. The one thing I know I can control, is that person I know I am. "I'm a modern man"

As the Turmoil swirls around in my head, The trials I am asked to face press upon me, encloses me and threatens to trap me inside of myself. And wants to tear me apart. The stresses of the day weigh more on the morrow. I wake up threatening to myself- I will not move, That I just don't care anymore. I often wonder what will happen if I just lay here? Scared to move, would anyone care? Then I thought of you, The mysterious woman of my heart, Even hurt as I am, Doesn't change the peace I could find with you by my side. Its the uniqueness of the moment, As is the spontaneous world you live in, Which is the realization in this reality that anything can fade. Even though it is as it is, I like to think back to the moment we met, And how I can find hope in that time. Regardless of what happens; at least, to this I know: that such magical moments are still liable to happen. I find hope that someday the clouds will dissipate, and again, someday, I will find the comfort of love. Even as