frieday

sometimes all it takes is one thing,

maybe just the one person who, happened to be there with you,

in one situation that maybe isn't reputable,

but you did it anyway...

one day, in the one week of the one year of the one life you will ever have.

and that one thing echoes differently than the other mumbo-jumbo you've been hearing in your ear the last few months..

maybe this new one is the one tat

one day makes you 

one hundred percent certain that you are 

one of the only people in the once upon a time place earth, 

once had on it

if even for one day...

 

he used to think that everyone around him felt that everything he did everyday of his life was nothing more than just an insane man filling time with whatever he needs to do to become what he, in his head,

can deal with and can make him feel okay to think that he is maybe is not the only one...

but the crumbling bridges that come from out of the tumbling mounds

of nothing other than simple common grounds that make no mention of what they did before they were even a millisecond of an instant before the second of the dawning

of the very first day they ever became...anything that was even worthy of a name, but before you knew it

it transgressed and transcended 

into another orbit

than from the one millions of light years even,

from where it originally came...

but in the words he actually with his own ears heard

he understood that it maybe could be misconstrued as something other than

what it knew was in fact nothing other than

the simple truth.

and so without further interruption

on the already written somewhere in the stars production that they called everyday life was undeniably all planned out in a strange illegible manuscript uncovered

one day in the future

by someone who is nothing close to anything that even resembles

the thing we now describe and point to and address as 

just an ordinary man.