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.

Childhood Friend

That one person I used to be close with. We were young, we had fun, we were just dumb. But then he had to go, he left. I was lost without him. I couldn't deal with missing a friend. I missed as he would call it our "blond moments." He understood me and how my life worked. He was my childhood friend. He became more of a brother than just any ordinary friend. But then I had to move on, had no choice. He was gone. I do miss him, and our moments. And yet I know he misses them too.