so I
being of sound mind
sexy body
and joyful spirit
don't often
feel as though this planet
is the proper home
for a spirit as loving as mine

earth doesn't
feel like a good fit
for someone as loving
and as giving as I

I'm not feeling sorry
for myself
I'm just dealing with the reality
of this existence
as I don't find it
particularly joyful
especially on overcast days
like the one we have today

yes there are many things
to be grateful for
and in which one can find joy
flowers and cool breezes come to mind
nieces, nephews and a Mother I love dearly
friends and associates
with whom I've shared
great memories and good times
but so often
it seems
like there is really
no point
to any of it

romantic love
long lasting and true
is particularly
elusive
and actually
seems quite impossible
to obtain

i love to paint pictures
shoot photos
and make the world a better place
by sharing my love
my art
and my soul
but i grow weary
of striving
to experience
a love
as great
as the love
i have
to share

so I
being of sound mind
sexy body
and joyful spirit
don't often
feel as though this planet
is the proper home
for a spirit as loving as mine

where is my spaceship?
where are my keys?
where did I put my fucking keys?

damn, he took those too