Its when no one remembers its when no one is watching will I pick up the pen again.

Its then my feelings are called words a rhythm written in away to derive an emotion of pain or of love.

May you hate me love me or feel sorrow for me.

Its days like this I remember who I am . Like a child waking from a nightmare.

My nightmare vivid as if I lived it only to realize it is real.

Sometimes it’s a word or a picture or even a sound that triggers the forgotten.

Then I remember that I am Brandon that I ‘m a sinner living two lives.

One in love with a memory and one in love with a dream.

Maybe in a another life.