Moveable Pieces

the world is in constant motion.
my moments speed by a the swipes of my touchscreen.
in the tiny snapshots that my mind wanders to, a sincere smile appears on my face.
my chest warms with vision's clarity
of a futuristic past of present's reality.
the nerves on my skin radiate with its inner energy releasing into my personal space.
prescience of mind tells me to step aside.
i will, if not to cross paths with my former self.

Twenty fifteen - sixteen

This Holiday season was spent enjoying the vacation away from my apartment and from my laboring job. Although not a hushed tone nor mumbled word was said in my direction, (about my less than stellar personal life) I think it added to my brain needing to be freed. Admittedly, I did deeply miss my family and somewhere in the dead zone that is "no man's land" of the interstate I recovered just as the City's radio stations came into tune. What a coincidence.

Thereafter, I brought in the New Year with a coworker. In retrospect, the best decision. New perspective, new ambiance, new outlook on what you are lacking/needing.

Outlooks are your own. Take it, once you move towards one it's yours to lose.
I'm taking it twenty sixteen. Don't let me down.