Kira

Another long night.

So torn and forlorn like a foghorn, out of site—what to write?

I got it.

Sit back and listen to the phonics.

These are my tricks, there’s no hics just full breaths and no omits— nothing missing.

Reminiscing; bring back memories glistening that glow as I flow, no more need to guess whose show because now you know.

Deep breath-Here we go.

Way back when it was easy. Round up the boys and the toys keep it warm--keep from freezing—we’re joking; and smoking; talking one day we’ll be king, and the rest can just cling to our tails and follow the trail. All hail.

But one day turns to many as those days fade to memory and then we are left with cold hard truth and it’s heady. But. But.

Of course there’s a but. Like the butt of a joke or a smoke or any time you want to invoke A qualifier, like some racist denier (Like: I’m. Not. Racist. but…)

So before you’re so sure that you’ve heard it all before—another sad tale about yesterdays of lore let me tell you, you’re wrong. It’s not all sad at it’s core.

Because, there’s a but.

But, This story can still have one of those happy endings where the sun shines and feelings start mending, for once it was breaking but now it’s just bending, that’s heart. And that’s love. And that’s cliché I know, but sometimes truth is obvious and love is the one thing that binds all of us, so give in and let out all the ANGER and DOUBT. Because happiness—yes happiness—is there and it’s what it’s all about.

So find you that person, that thing or that place. And give in to their words, action and grace; and you too can find it, that elusive H. Happiness.

And believe these words that come out of my mouth, I’m not just frontin’, I stand by them and vouch, these words come to me from a place that is REAL, she’s with me always and no man can ever steal what she’s given me. And that’s joy, and it’s love and it’s hope. And humility and fulfillin’ me and ability to COPE with LIFE. YOU CAN TOO. Me?

I’m a lucky one. For me it’s someone that loves a good setting sun, a long healthy run and alright, I’m done. For me?

Kira. Marie. Sullivan.