Within Arms Reach

My life in lyrics would start as complex, enigmatic double entendres cleverly segueing into an infectious chorus consisting of all of the things that make you smile.

My life as a screenplay would swell with raw emotion and captivate you with witty banter and anecdotal monologues regarding all of the things that make you curious

My life as a short story would make your heart pound and hands shake as you anxiously flip the pages waiting to voyeuristically consume the secret humiliations and all of the things that make you blush.

My life as a painting would bleed darkness into light and swirl with a palette of the spectrum with sharp corners, soft edges and randomly situated dots to connect allowing you to participate in all of the things that you envision

My life as a dream roams European cobblestone while conversing in the tongues of our ancestors about siestas, architecture and all of the things that only tourists can still appreciate

My life as a reality is painstakingly stagnant with mediocrity and I’ve become too busy to notice all of the things that it could be.