My Get Away.

I open the door to my secret get away,
Peer in and grin.
Shut the door in a hushed manner, tip toe back to the living room.
Grab a glass, a coke bottle, an ice tray, and a bottle of rum.
With my gear in hand, I head back to my second life.
Thinking of the peace, I take a front row seat, and mix a drink.
Shut my eyes, to see the life I wish I had. Tilt my head back, to shake the bad life out, and take a sip.
Inhale the manner of my great life, and exhale the manner of the life I wish I never had.
Sitting there hoping I could share this moment with someone I care for.
Yet this moment is best celebrated alone.
I understand the meaning of having a life,
And the meaning of having a life everyone one wishes they had.
Yet in this situation, I want to make my own life,
Make my own luck,
Make my own dreams,
Make my own wishes,
Make my own moments.
I want.... to be my own person. I down the rest of my drink,
to the very end, till there is no coke, no ice, no rum left.
I smile, and know that I still have a life ahead of me...
I can  make a difference, if not in my life,
Then in one others life.
I'm brought back to reality, then begin on making my dream.

Difference

The ground, the sky, theres a difference.

The moon, the sun, theres a difference.

The night, the day, theres a difference.

With every two things theres a difference. Between me and you theres a difference. Yet the difference brings us together. I think, and know I can never let you go. The difference that me and you have makes me love you more, makes me want you more. We both walk on the ground together, and look at the sky together. We both wish we were on the moon together, and we both wish we could fly past the sun together. We walk through the night together, and we walk through the day together. Theres still a difference, your you and I'm me. But that difference makes you you and me me. The difference between everything in the world makes everything special in its own way.