Day 44: Four more minutes

Four scores and 7 days ago, dazed going back and forth every week – no sunshine, so weak while we’re trying to soar. Too sore to find the form to fly from here to nowhere; a square space with sides 4 by 4, it’s all we can find. One floor is enough just to keep fresh from the rust of living tough in life without us – that’s too much.

Four truths and 1 rough way, chained around our waist, never wasting by waiting only running through this maze. A labyrinth to amaze the ones without a chance to taste the ways of the good ole’ days. Water’s just right, I’m wading in the waves while looking to shore – our red fire ablaze. Hair on the sand sideways as you wake up – your best face, “what’s this blanket?” – covered you just in case. In case, you just needed four more minutes to dream of us.

Remember the good times,
Julian