time.

has been frozen.

and i am numb.

Roasted red pepper and lime soup.

without the blinders
the gullibility
the hope

there would be no longevity.

I fell off.

probably for good reason.
things have been topsy turvey.

and i have been still.

enough so to keep the thoughts in my head.
really think.
hard.
and
long.

i'm trying to let everything settle into place.
but
not really.
because i thrive on the chaos.

I will be the tomato soup to my Mr. grilled cheese, esq.

and

we will become robots.
but only for a few brief moments.
when
we are having fun.
and
forgetting
the
struggle.

Dylan's hipster hairdo.