happy 2 born day God 9/12/16

Tears gather in the bags of my exhausted memories
Curiosity tucks my insecurities into flashbacks where my most unwelcoming nightmare is a reality
Dendrite locks plug into my scalp connecting my imagination to afterlife pockets of the universe's matrix
They collect the Sun's agony like rain water in the overflowing Mississippi 
Pain has crowded my Ora and made its way into the crevices of my concealed smile
Father Time is ruined, I can feel the beckoning Sun peaking through the shattered heart of my hour glass
Third time around on this day the anger is not so distant
In the end, I just might be ok