“Reality is fake, dreams are for real” …Tupac Shakur
Once again, this morning, from a nightmare I arose
….twice or thrice a week, these past months, I’ve had this same dream….. that I’d wake up one day, thirty and old, with nary a bit to show, for the score and a half of a pitiful existence, but a resume replete with unfinished masterpieces, amazing fetes half pulled, and a bright future barely lived….. and ……. twice or thrice every week, I reached for me bottle…. and shivering, I’d took a swig, to help brave the day, and wash away the cold sweat that had broken in my mind…… glad that it was just a dream.
Once again, this morning, from the same nightmare I arose
….. with one arm I reached out and wiped the cold sweat that had broken on my brow, and blindly searched with the other for my escape…. and as I swung it desperately towards my mouth, it finally dawned on me…. Tupac may have been right, but now he was dead.
Half full my ass…. the fucking bottle is empty, and this is not a dream….. life’s a bitch innit!
10 comments:
Well, happy birthday just the same :-) And I'm liking this green template. Classy!
Hope u enjoyed your day, it was yours.
Last year I told you Captain is a bad influence, and you invited him last night. Mmmhhhh.
Glad to have you back KK.
Thank you gals.....
Welcome back! The blogosphere's where you belong!
Well written though a bit too real for comfort ...
@ Digs.... Glad to be back if only for a while...... oh yeah we don't want u getting too comfortable.
Feels great reading you again. Keep writing. Great to have you back :)
Thanks 'Baab.... I'm hoping the coming year brings some inspiration with it:)
Tagged, but I'm shut out of mine thus notifying you iliteracily, if that is a word.
What happened to my comment? U r soooo tagged.
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