Tomorrow’s coming…….

I guess it starts where it begins, and always seems to be coming back around again. The truth is, I’m fine, when fine is never enough. When all the forward progression ends up being just standing still, spinning round and round and laughing like a child …swirling in all the currents that dance their way into this moment, constantly staring me down. I like to step back and laugh at it.

I want to climb to the top of the highest something and lose my breath yelling fuck off… don’t tell me how to love and who, don’t tell me how to talk or write or think or feel or anything. I’ll make my own fucking way through this world” and then kiss them on the forehead and tell them how much I love them and appreciate all they have to teach me even the bullshit I choose to reject.

It’s interesting what some people choose to just, not see. In the midst of all these thoughts and movement, sometimes I forget to breath. Waiting for tomorrow when it’s always just today. Standing in the shadows asking myself “who am I?” Sit up straight, boy. Tomorrow’s coming…….

-Adam J Steele