no rhyme or reason..

chelsea stops by 

her sharp brown boots 

perfectly completing her 

cozy, yet fashionable 

fall outfit.

[i catalog this look away 

in hopes of recreating it once

i can dress and re enter society again

as a normal functioning 

human again]

she sprawls on my bed

and we share hearts

while munching on 

wendy's fries and 

sipping cold beverages..

one could almost forget 

that i am the one eyed 

invalid 

with greasy hair 

and a handicapped head 

that can't hold itself up 

just yet

and we could almost imagine 

we are teens again

in the midst of a really 

vibrant sleep over..

chelsea talks. 

i listen.

i talk.

chelsea listens. 

and nathan sits outside 

fast at work

neck deep in deadlines and editing 

and sweating through the 

endless responsibilities..

the girls play upstairs 

feet clunking against the 

ceiling 

below them

there's no real rhyme or reason to 

this poem

it's just happening, 

just being written, 

much how my life feels 

right now. 

i feel the aimless wandering

not sure where i'm headed

or where i'm going 

just waiting for the 

clouds to break 

so i might lift my head

once again..