Kissed By Our Blazing Sun

Determined for a new beginning,
With old habits I had lost long ago.
Those things I used to do in place of the clouds of smoke,
I’ve inhaled underneath our clear skies…

Like,
Waking up and taking that morning walk through Fort Tryon Park,
Uptown,
Manhattan.
Or,
Opening my journal first thing,
Fighting away my demons,
Rather than a fist full of blunts and 24 ounce Coors Banquet cans…

Nowadays,
My lungs,
So exhausted from pumping its cheap gas,
Exhale air that entered my body as fresh as it can be,
Right before…

Ever wake up so sad?
You believe our Sun’s warmth wants nothing to do with kissing our cheeks through its sunlight?
Well,
Not anymore.
As I choose to walk where the sun shines its brightest…

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