Mayo in NOLA Cody

TOGETHER

It’ll be OK…okay….

One Day.

It’s okay that you bled out and showed the world your nature.

Your true self, enlightened, and free.

Hugging the wheels of the champaign.

Going crazy, questioning everything.

Bewildered to the nonsense that you keep chasing.

Running away from that feeling.

That being.

Who is he?

Why does he matter?

You can get by but don’t want to.

I know you.

I feel the simplicity of your nature.

It seeps through the chaos.

Derived by blessings and coffee.

Hands folded across the table…

You look away.

But I don’t think it’s a bad thing…

I think its fucking scary.

I want to run into your arms and just cry.

I know you can’t do that though.

I know you can’t be there for me like I feel Iike I need.

In all actuality I don’t know what I need.

But I know you’ll be there when I figure it out.

And I really want to now.

I saw you and wanted to get rid of all my baggage.

So much so, I thought that meant me too.

But that wasn’t the case.

It isn’t the case.

I hope we can still get coffee…..

Be really happy around eachother.

Enjoy eachother.

Learn more about ourselves with eachother.

Then one day, we’ll just end up next to eachother.

Together.

MONDAY

I can get out of bed today.

I can feel my face today.

I can look myself in the eyes today.

I can attempt to love the person I see, but its not me.

Not today.

Not today, is what I said.

Monday is what I meant.

That’s when I will smile.

Sunday, I will prep.

Hold my hands down and work.

Get ready for the life I made.

Face it.

Deny it.

Try again.

Work on the present to exist.

The normal I must feel.

The willingness to persist.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am that one chick.

Loud and abrupt with whiskey breath.

Quiet and unsure with weed on my brain.

Illuminated with mushrooms in my stomach.

Altering lives with acid in my third eye.

Changing depth of perception by my presence.

Lost souls on my couch.

Everyone is trying.

Including her and her…and her.

We all feel the leeching bout of time.

Our lives cumbersome.

Building for that sublime.

Let’s try this again.

Hello.

I am.

Nobody.

Back to bed I go.

Good night to the world.

All the views in this mild exposure.

My face burnt from the sun.

My eyes wide to the truth.

I love myself.

I’m sorry you don’t see it.

Maybe Monday.