This poem lets you into the private world of a mind under relentless torment and endless traffic, that sways me away from my creative destiny. Will I be free?

Horses have the ability to fall in love.

Sweet, sweet bliss…

A letter to me, from her…

This is an expression of when someone reaches an epiphany.

When you desire, does that rank as fantasy, does it matter that its a second long and not a prolonged euphoric series?

Trying to understand others.

Surrendering to love.

Glancing back to my days raving in the big clubs to incessant beats and a whole world away from the working beat. Time to grow up now, but the memories are still strong.

To the one I truly love.