Posited Truth
It is dark but for light of lcd screen
Typing the reality of present being
Calmed down fervor from moments just passed
The suck, the feel, the aspect of lack
Remains
Strong enough to carry on
He’s walked this road sixteen years hence
Tired of trudging the lonesome road
Having reached and sought
A dinner, a date, rejection known thus et al
Relegated “safe”
One of the most dangerous in truth
Choosing to live
Choosing to thrive…
Fuck this city, this town
Those who see me as just some nice guy!
Hitchhiker 