eve to twenty-eight

Eyes closed, head bouncing, finding peace in this eve to twenty-eight.

Today, the first day in many where I am not looking towards the bed for salvation. Sipin’ some hot tea, finding salvation in me.

DG playing his thoughts, words floating through me. The guitar hits hard, lips lift up to a smirk. Having a good moment with me, drinking this damn tea.

A rhyme just this one time.

Many worlds before me, many in the nap-sack I carry around this planet. My memories laid out inside this album of photos, all laid out to perfection.

Index in time, this heart in me saves lives. The head planted on my shoulders, hiding what is mine, take the time to tour me sometime.

Siting back, hands planted on the sidewalk cement. Pulling that last drag from this cigarette. The world smells nice tonight, on this eve to twenty-eight. No stars in sight, but hey in me I still see em’ and they shine bright.