The Eyes Of A Drifter – Day 271 , Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

An observor is all you can be when you’re a drifter without a home to lay His head in.
Human interaction is what I’ve dreaded,
For as long as I can remember while heading towards heaven,
I find in a pen,
And,
Paper littered with my thoughts,
Dreams,
Knowing I will never receive a citation for it.
I’m quite proud to have hoarded,
Journal after journal as a means of survival for damnation that could’ve been eternal.
Every kernal of truth found in my undying wish of suicide,
Lays dead as I find solace in existing knowing there is no ‘you,
And,
I’.
But,
All in one as my pupils soak in the view of a sky,
We’re all stars below of.
After all,
I’ve forgotten what it’s like,
To enjoy my time,
How to laugh in a life,
I’ve spent without many people by my side,
I’m just,
A drifter with a palm full of ink I dry,
In the mind of another hoping they’d smile no matter how many tears drip from their eyes,
And…
I’m okay with that.
I’m okay without the hug I thought I needed more than the man,
I face in a mirror too weak to rip apart my image no matter the amount of cracks in it.
A picture I hang in a frame of mind put back together by solitude,
Found on a road I’ve walked alone while consumed,
By beauty laid out in front of me.
Whether it’d be the Horizon,
Or,
Groups of people having a good time in,
The name of love I couldn’t find in,
The arms of anyone besides my own…