Where You Are

IMG_9040 If I could be where you are, would I go? You sit so gracefully, teasing from above as if  your maker makes flawless. The shit you spill when angered. The way your rays glaze my days when my dreams darken my gaze. You up there. Relaxed. Dreamy. Pleasing. But, if I could be where you are, would I go? Would I sit so gracefully as you, pretending my makers are flawless. Are we equally fucked because I move like you do? Maybe we just caught each other at a bad time. Please , be my guest and continue on with your journey. Maybe well meet again in another part of the world and then, maybe then, will I go. If I could be where you are, would I go?