insects chirp in the back reminding me of a summer that once made me smile.
can't wait to watch, rope and pull in the stars on a porch with warm air on my neck and people changing lanes.
if i were to move past the memory, just to be convenient, i would break the glass that holds the liquid.
shattering and dripping, the cool liquid runs down the veins of complication.
i promised my father i would live with integrity, and would not fail him.
such a tough task for a boy wanting to be a man and dream--at the same time.