I don’t listen to music anymore.
I don’t write.
It’s like I’m living in limbo,
My hair is wild,
Different from my high school days;
I miss my long hair,
How the wind made it twirl,
How the hours passed as it dried.
I think I need a drastic change again to restart this heart of mine,
A defibrillating shock to my step, an electric spring if you will.
Give me a new hair cut.
Fire me from my job.
Break my spirit.
Punch me in the face again.
Let me fill a page with smoke and shrapnel. Snap my neck. Let the ink set in addiction I have long forgotten.
Take me home.