The first kiss:
As anxious waves of bliss rush over the young couple
They draw closer for this, their very first true show of affection
Nothing could spoil this moment,
As they draw in closer nerves are shooting up and down their tingling spines
This feeling of excitement preluding that one perfect moment of embrace
Could not be shattered by anything, as it is sacred,
And the rest of the world seems like nonsense,
Harsh vibrations and the screeching call of sirens shatter the moment
It’s past curfew and parents, too, grow anxious
The sailor:
On his first voyage, following many arduous tasks,
The sailor finally finds a moment for himself,
As he clambers up to the deck, he begins to see why he is here
The sun begins to show through, as he nears the top of the stairs
Finally, he reaches the climax of his journey,
Atop the many wretched pipes rusted over,
The grueling jobs he’s fought with throughout the day,
He stands, staring out into the horizon,
With the sun gently bathing the many waves in the distance,
He finally realizes, that even after his many disgusting tasks below deck,
He has this one perfect moment to himself,
And one missed call
The addict:
Muscles aching from the many self-destructive sins of the night before,
The addict awakens,
Distraught, the addict begins to question the merit for such disruptive endeavors
The addict begins an attempt at philosophy,
Perhaps, perhaps substances smoked and drank are not all there is to a good life,
Maybe a paradigm shift is in order,
A new take on life,
A friendly, well known jingle sounds from the addicts pocket,
One new message, from Jim, it reads
“Hey man we scored a few handles, you in?”
The addict is done with philosophy for today
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