Asshole

miscellaneous thoughts, repetitive and otherwise:

There are times life makes it clear who you are.

Passion consumes me

as it ricochets from

neuron to neuron

and out my mouth.

I forget myself

from time to time

as I let my passion 

consume every fiber 

in my being.

There are no extraordinary lives

merely ordinary lives

living extraordinary 

moments.

Asshole?

I lose myself too often in 

my own passion and thoughts.

I forget too easily

how life has given us all

such variations in temperance.

That which enraptures me

can draw rolled eyes

from even the most loving of friends.

I shouldn't be so broken hearted.

If we were all this way

the beauty to life

would be forever lost.