Me, Myself and I

Me, my jeans corresponded with my shirt, while the inter design amongst my shirt match my socks, my finger nails match my toes and so on it goes. My under garment matches my outfit, I come with no slips or receipts. When we meet you can’t choose to delete or repeat. I come original; I don’t wear my flaws on my back, because that screams instant attack. Like a bi pass and a heart attack. I renew and bounce back with no cracks. Myself, say come another day because I can’t miss out on today I, I can’t see myself, but I feel my energy peek between every seep of my bones; as zone off into another world, you think you caught me slapping, well think again, I know where the wind ends and begins. My beauty is not this face this smile, these eyes, this legs, these arms. It’s this heart beat that conform courage amongst all including myself, strong minded I think well. I got maps running down my spine, what’s time because it never stops I’m the cream within the crop; it won’t stop in tell it’s over. Then again it’s never over. That’s why I stay sober. My mind is a drunken word machine that conflicts with human beings. I always clean up my mess I must confess my life is a beautiful treasure chest.