Mixed with a little bit of it

 

  By: ALFRED BRAZIEL

 

 

The petals falls off the glowing red rose illuminating in my chest singing “I'd rather be with you, yeah” when the song screams the truth the colors move with the vibration echoing light and the bass moves my flower more.

 My mind folds out like an ocean of sheets and I ride that wave searching for land, love, and your hand. The moon moves toward me in it's perfect gold and float like a feather at the thought. The moment you looked me in my eyes to hug my soul I knew I was caught. 

 

Then the vibes changed face and stars attached to me like space. That paper ball I threw away came up on the horizon but you didn't know it was a love note the earth’s size but then the lyrics came back into my lungs and i cried them out with a cool spring breath “I'd rather be with you

until i'm through, Oh yes I do, I'd rather be with you until that day we'll fly away, I just love that smiling face in the early sun, If I can't have you to myself, then life's no fun” then the beat grabbed my being again aggressively and shook my soul out of my veins until I prayed weeping and head aching for someone to love me. 

 

So there I lay on my knees I remembered the hollow hurt in my chest. As if someone ripped my rose out as soon as it started to fall apart. Was that to save me?... I'd never know. The ship I

came in began to lighten up as I entered there was still tears on my cheek but they began to dry

as I straightened up like I didn't break down at all.

 

I closed the hatch on my only home that she would call a flying coffin. I zoomed into the dark for the first time at a speed unfamiliar to

organisms. I heard them all shout on the transmission begging and pleading for me to come

back… Not this time… The numb was too strong. Things began to blur so i recklessly put the craft on auto pilot and brought out the whiskey. I filled the glass i hid behind my seat in the

pouch. It was so cold as it slid smooth down my throat. My tired eyes watched everything fly by

as if it was some sort of show. The colors sent messages of my loneliness. I finally began to sleep.