I remember my mistakes… not like regret. Rather like jewelry in a crown of humanity.

They stand out bright and polished like some beacon of reality flashing hope for future misadventures…

“Please Host, stop being so perfect and predictable. Give us a chance too.”

The warplanes broke the silence.

The highlights of the fair.

They called it entertainment.

At Ling Ling’s distant stare.

Her gaze was in the water.

The horizon and the air.

She couldn’t see the war planes.

Just the smoke, the flame, the flair.

She found shelter for her desires. All the storms just felt so wrong.

I felt the need to hold her close. But my will was not that strong.

There were legends by the lighthouse. In the shadows they would play.

They found her there upon the rocks; all desires faded grey.

No smiling for the camera. No joy, no pearly whites.

We let her go and carried on. In the wind they flew our kites.

There are wonders and there’s whispers. The words fade in the storm.

In this world that holds her secrets. There is love both cold and warm.

At the time it seemed important. I can’t think of what it was. I was jumping up and down, saying something just because.

Guess that was before I met you. I’ve kinda settled down. Seemed so damn important, and now I guess you’re leaving town.

Now the past is in gutter, seemed so hard to find. I’m learning just to let it go. Not to pay it any mind.

The night is softly falling. There’s a quiet in those skies. Just sitting here with my own thoughts, in the distance… past goodbyes.

I was blinded by the beauty.

You were there and truth be told.

There was this chance that felt like duty.

I had the hand that wouldn’t fold.

My heart was in a flutter.

My dick was in my hand.

You were soft and hard like butter.

I was hope with nothing planned.

I can be cruel and cold.

Leave you between the death and damn.

I don’t feel like I’m that old.

Just the calendar says I am.

I’m not worried about the end that much.

I just know what I want to do.

And wasting all this precious time.

Has devided the me and the you.

August 2022 has come and gone, and what a glorious month it has been.

September 1st is anniversary of sorts now and cause for celebration…

The first milestone to celebrate here in the Mantin household is that I have been sober for 18 years…

The second thing is that my 10 year old daughter Zylia who I have sole custody of has been living with me now for 2 years and this 2nd event couldn’t happen without the first.

September 1 reminds me of what I am.

Lucky.