dumb.

why do i sit here so inspired yet trapped
why i am confined to this corner with the long table and the over hanging lights,

my mind is running as fast as my feet can carry this slender frame,
and i am full speed ahead to a dream that has taken flight...

a book and a coffee shop sit in limbo,
in my mind everything would be splendid if..
i had a tattoo, a business to call my own,
a photography gallery with the occasional graffiti showing,
a project that takes me to the moon and back....
and a book that carries all my writing.
yes wouldnt that be splendid...
and maybe a vacation getaway with a certain someone...
with a little house and a big porch
and toes near the sand
with sangria in my hand.

but no..
i am still trapped to this corner.
but you know its funny the people you will meet
that come into a whirlwind of fascination...
and bring you crashing down into the reality
that you are still sitting in a coffee shop,
just daydreaming and slaving over...
books and books of photographers
in order to bring together
every bit of knowledge
for one ten page final.