tired…

what time did ya get up…

’round two…

couldn’t sleep…

couldn’t sleep…

there’s some lavender in the cabinet…or some sleepy time tea you could drink with milk and honey…

naw…don’t matter…

gotta sleep some time…

I will…

‘member when we used to stay up all night…drinkin’ and carryin’ on like kids do…makin’ love til mornin’ came…sleepin’ like vampires in the afternoon…

I remember…

and you used to talk ’bout them dreams you had…takin’ off to Paris…or Prague…someplace romantic…bein’ a writer…poet…livin’ on poverty’s riches…

dreams…

when’s last time you wrote somethin’…really wrote somethin’ with some heart to it…meant somethin’…do ya recall…

naw…I dont…maybe it was just some phase I went through…some stage of life where you think you’re gonna live forever on nothin’ but boiled rice and a sack of potatoes…Ramen noodles…

as long as we had beer…

yep…beer…yeah…maybe it was just a phase…some kinda crazy dream that I could be a writer…’ventually you come to your senses…ain’t no grown men wanna live like that…penniless…nothin’ to their name…have to be crazy to live like that…naw…you grow up…leave dreams behind…be sensible…responsibilities…

responsibilities…

yeah…you don’t ask for ’em…they just one day appear…life changes…people take u-turns …one day you’re writin’ poems and drinkin’ and carryin’ on like a mad fool…then the next you’re sellin’ insurance…workin’ some assembly line…too tired to think anymore…and things no longer concern you unless it’s in your little neck of the woods…kid’s grades…how you’re gonna pay for this…how you’re gonna pay for that…you forget ’bout travels…Paris…Prague…Portugal…where ever…just let it go…let it go…

you sorry ’bout the way things turned out…

… … …

said are you sorry ’bout the way things turned out…

… goin’ back to bed…just tired…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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