Rehenes De Un Amor

Had lunch with a legendary friend. Learning from him the importance of attention to detail... but in the personal way, not business. 20 beats of the heart for friends who are golden. Brickyard to Brickhouse.

Back home I'm racing through the corners of my mind. Feeling like I'm playing hard to get and everyone knows but me. It seems like the only finish line in sight is dying and I wouldn't be surprised if even the walls are laughing. I hope my back pocket peeping-tom carries a windowsill with him at all times.

She is as holy as Jerusalem on the tongues of the holiest men that live inside my head. And the last four letters in friends is what it's all about. Let's see if we can fulfill it.

We all just want to be a better version of those before us.

Transitions are lacking.... consider this a segue.

Back at my traditional home, you're still the blood stained rag to me. To you he will always will be the stitches on my nose. Rubber bands make me think of him. True life is so last year.

And since you made the arrangements... if I asked to be buried next to my best friend, would you tell the court his precise location? Would you even be allowed to bury me in that manor... because half of me is already there. Best friends in landfills.

SoberYetTrashed