Life

I stepped from my bath and breathed in the air

My lungs filled from ear to ear

I held it for a while

I held in until my chest began to smile

Exhaled the steam like a train

It even ended with a whistle

I let the air dry me

I let the drops from my hair hit my toes

It felt blue

But it brought out the green in my eyes

My goosebumps brought me to life

The fog would disappear and reappear 

I didn't want to wipe it away

I knew if I did it may never come back

I've always had a phobia of the bottom of the tub

And tiled floors

They hide human's dirty little secrets

But I feared no more

No one has ever died from touching the bottom of a tub

I sat in it and felt free

I felt my knees slowly lower

I just sat there and breathed in the air

And when I was done

The world was new

I could see a new me

I figured out a lot about what I want in those minutes

I figured out that life is unpredictable

I figured out that we all encounter troubles

We all encounter joy

We all have a journey

I read stories

I know how to still be happy at 100

But I also know how to be miserable at 100

So what do I choose?

Hold a grudge

Forgive

Turn a blind eye

Or help

Hate 

Love

I have the moon and the sky too

That helps me out

I can look to it and be ok

I like company

But I still like distance

That's probably why I like the sky so much

It's the distance

I can get away for a bit

I can pretend to play on the moon

And take in the view and say to myself

"It's beautiful"

But so are the people I know

"beautiful"

That's why I keep them here

Some of them will go

But some I will forever know

I like the Beatles

So do they

But who doesn't like a Beatles song?

A little secret

I've tried to look like Paul McCartney from the Let It Be album since I was 10

The beard didn't come for years

But It's finally here

Poking me in my sleep

That band has been a big constant in my life

I've always wondered what that meant?

I wanted to be an activist for awhile and get assassinated

I thought it'd be cool

But I didn't want to die...

I'm more of a McCartney fan now, anyways
I like to write
I think of it as an accomplishment to  make you feel the way I feel
Writing is a way to get attention
I like attention
Who doesn't?
You need some form of it to survive

My life was on a pretty smooth track 

Then I moved to LA

It was my way of creating a few cross roads

I needed to have an option to choose

I picked love

And I fell hard

I got lost in it for a bit

You didn't see me around like you used to 

But that ended 

But not without a few last sparks

I'm back in Illinois now

I like my job 

But I'd like to grow up

I've always been an old man at heart

I believe it so much that my hair is already turning

I know that once you achieve certain goals in life that you get bored again

And you can find yourself miserable 

It hit me a little bit with Robin Williams

The man had all the money and fame in the world

He had a nice house with a family

But I think that he thought there were no more goals to be reached

And his personality needed goals so desperately to continue living

And that's why life is a journey 

and you need troubles 

And you need joys

It'll keep you young at heart

Even if you have greys

And hopefully 

When I turn 100

I'll be one of the happies