visual riddle

And I was a believer, I think. Inspirational quotes would float from brain to tongue on cue as I would sit lonely in the car looking for a sense of retribution. Yes, if I need to buck up and get out I convinced myself that the universe had a particular purpose and if I just looked for signs, I can overcome whatever it was that left me sitting in a car full of gas, completely on empty. 

It has become clear to me that signs are really nothing more than what you want to see. A visual riddle projected from your own mind into the vastness of the universe. Omens are constructs of your mind picking and prodding at the restraints of your own perceptions, and I'm stuck in a brand of shackles called hope. On some days, I’d like to drive a steal bullet right into the heart of it all. 

Costa Morte

Salt and pepper hair, dressed to nines

A cane in one hand and her arm in mine

I wish life would go around, just one more time

Sit outside and have a cup of coffee, just one more while

This time I wouldn’t escape to go play

Tell me all the stories I forgot.

Tell me all the stories I miss them….

You can’t go back.

Everything fades to black.

Winds from the sea whispered legends as we strolled

The birds spoke stories of the lost sailors that never made it home

She’d lean on me and I on her

And I fear my memories are becoming blurred.

Please don’t forget.

We climbed up the stairs of the ancient town

We climbed the stairs one by one.

It felt like such a long time, it feels like a lost time,
...my God how we lose time.

A long life lived and I’m still stuck on this ground.

Somehow I know she is still around…

With her hard worked wrinkled hands in my young palms.

Her heart stopped it's beating in Costa Morte.