▲wheretheoceanmeetsthesky

where the ocean meets the sky:
from the world to my mind; from my mind to the world.

Sean Paul Richards.
Flickr // Me Gusta Mucho

It is the now that stands between us
our souls caught within the fabric of time
unable to hold on to everything we’ve ever known to be true.

This is me at my most unpretentious.
a wanderer.
a floating skull.
a mind at work without delay,
a body moving with imminent decay.

Do I choose to fight
or fight to choose?

Where do I draw the line between insanity
and creative energy?

The sky meets me each night
and I greet the moon.

a piece of me engrained
in the tiny breaks above me.

May 2nd, 2010 at 12:04 am

Wayward Youth
-Sean Paul Richards

The sunlight calls my name.
Its power begging to be captured as it speaks its last goodbyes.

The school bells of my youth toll once again,
& I find myself unable to return to those childhood days.

The once unknown streets have become our home,
& the people within it our family.

The wind through my hair,
a stranger’s smile…
Memories to keep me moving throughout this land.

A never-ending search for something more,
a destiny fulfilled through self-pursuit.

I lose myself to a love of life,
& it answers me back with disregard.

Tears will pass,
love will stay,
memories may leave.

These days are numbered,
but they are mine.
No one can take them from me.

Friends,
wanderers,
photographs,
the scars beneath my knees.

The stamps of life have met me well,
& I have let them press against me.

A skin so young,
a soul so old,
energy without bound.

Open to anything,
ready to feel,
not afraid to die.

Something for everyone.
Everything for someone.

This legend is mine to write