Swimming

This song.

One of the good ones.

The kind that evokes an energy, you once thought dissipated.  

Like sparking a lighter and watching the flame burn.

A memory long lost, but not forgotten.

We cruise down the PCH. 

Neither saying a word.

The sun is setting ahead of us.

The traffic from the city dissolved.

That was the night we both looked at one another and realized we were in love.

Neither had to say a word, but our thoughts became one.

Worries of the world stopped and suddenly we were in the now.

Up until then we had gotten too distracted by the unimportant crisis of our twenties. 

Money,

society,

and future anxieties. 

We had only heard of the bewitching spell the PCH had on people between LA and Malibu.

Now, we had fallen under its trance.

At one point the world stopped and we danced on the hood of the car in the middle of the highway.

Two ghosts, lost in the rocks and seaside. 

Soul Fucked

Is it not enough to have to drag on in existence, flashing a merciless smile
and selling ones self to complete strangers?

I do it for the providence of my family,
but inside a part of me dies.

The child inside is no longer,
the adult has killed him and slung his body upside from a flagpole, dressed with the American flag.

These are the times one needs to decide if it's all worth the headache,
or if we allow the current headache to swell and metastasize.

No, I will not allow these devils to guise themselves inside me,
chew me up, and spit out its elderly remains.

I will continue to be headstrong to save the little piece of candy crushed soul that remains.