Half Cup Full.

New shoes, new life, new me.

Today I will remember the times of

Goat ice cream and long full moons.

There is a time, where times end,

Where the breeze brings us back,

There is a time to forget everything.

I am in my own time, where clocks

Melt off the walls and little white men

Dance in the hallways. There is a time

For attitude, and there is a time for

Death. But today is the day I don’t die.