Searching for Myself

7:00 AM, clocking in. Coffee burns, machine begins.

Hands smell of sawdust and glue. Building dreams that aren't my view. I build a

van for someone's life. Then drive back home to my loving wife.

But sometimes love just isn't enough when your own mind's calling you bluff.

Friday night comes like a spark in the dark. Whiskey burns a hole in my

heart. Couple bumps in the bathroom stall. Pretending I'm 20 and feel it

all. 40 in the mirror still playing a younger man's game.

The nights feel shorter, the mornings feel twice the same. The highs burn