"I passionately hate the idea of being with it; I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time."
-Orson Welles
Peace & Love
Happy :)
A piece of Meghan
Wandered around, unattached
Years, and years…
Developed before her introduction
To this lovely Earth
Strumming guitars,
Drinking beers,
Meeting girls.
Her little-big piece lived quietly
Introverted into his own pieces
Her mind, Her body, Her soul
Grew up, and lived
She danced and she created
She smiled and she cried
She drank a beer in her purple
She stood with a warm orange flame
Fall colors spewing, vibrantly living
Glitters, sparkling in the air
Speckled into her auburn eye…
The eye that engulfed her long lost piece
A shy, half-smiling, tall and handsome man
Who walked through others’ pieces,
Like current through a stream
Eyes never leaving hers
Together at last, a whole.
A whole to be broken,
Like a bone,
Growing stronger every time.
Until finally, they were wholly happy,
On a first date, with a couple beers, in a Village
