The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

When you want to go home but you don't know where that is. You haven't been there in far too long. Homeless soul. Your mind is wildfire, lighting up the night, burning too hot to ever let you rest. Tired heart. Everything inside you aches, bone deep. Tossing and turning inside and out. Restless vessel.

Fried egg sandwiches with cheese and brown mustard. Squash blossoms in summer. The smell of candles freshly blown out. Hand picked lilacs, black eyed Susans, and wild daisies. Sandy toes, salty air, a swim in the ocean, the smell after the rain. Green olives, hot peppers, pickles, and green eyes. Old books, libraries, vintage, and vinyl. A little bit dark and stormy spiked with a smile. She is.

What's on my mind? Am I okay? "Everything!" Is all I can say. My thoughts are a flood that never stop, Seeds of doubt planted, yeild a rotten,  fruitless crop. The mistakes, the loss, the life I've lived. I'm so deeply sorry but it's myself I can't forgive. I think and wonder sadly if you miss me too? Was I ever worth it? All the pain I put you through...... What punishment is fitting? What sentence shall I face? Fifty to life in a solitary space..... In the corner of a dark room, head to my knees, In an empty, haunted, house I burn until I freeze.