Because That’s who I am

lost in this moment

My Brother and most of my friends are trying to get me to live in the moment.  I have never been able to do this.  Its great for the people that can, I envy them.  But I will always long for death.  To go home, I’m ok with that.  The world is not, but I’m not living for the world I’m being ME.  My heart belongs to one person.  A FRIEND is holding it in a box on a shelf for safe keeping.  I told her I wont want it back.  She said its here for when you do.  I love some one I wont see here.  I’m to blind with memories from her there.   So I will long to go home and see her there.  Now I will have many say that’s the wrong way to live.  WHO’S life is it.  I can’t live the way you do for one simple reason. I’M NOT YOU.  So yes I wear a hand grenade around my neck to pull the pin and see what’s next.  But does not mean I have to pull the pin. It means I have that option and that’s what life is about right options.  If you get board you find a new partner.  If you hate your job some one pushes you to get a new one.  So yes I want to die on a field of my choosing.  But one day death will give me a ride home. Then I will be over my wonder lust for home.  I write these for me and if you like them YeY.  IF you don’t or I have Offended you or insulted you.  That’s on you and what you did, not I.  So Gray, Red, Freya, Patti, Rebecca and Emma I thank you for getting me to this point and I will stumble a few times.  And you all will wonder what the fuck am I doing and sometimes I will wonder that my self.  But I will never get lost in this moment, oh but how I wish I could.  Its just not me.  I’m alive at the poker table, not sipping wine watching the world go pass.  I’m not a programmer, I’m a poker degenerate.  so as I look down the barrel of 50 years old half a century in this Mortal coil.  I’m starting to lose memories of why I hurt.  which is a good thing.  I know the damage I did. I know the damage they did. Neither can I fix.  Knowledge comes at a cost.  The scars you wear are the payment for what you learn.  and I have some great scars……

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