Not just millions passing through my mind as I can't sleep.
Cool air outside
In my cell hot air and humidity
Exhaustion mixed with insomnia tonight
Interrupted thoughts is a heart pounding in it's cage
Hundreds of successful Ross Goldsteins in this world
Not one of them is me.
Editors and Doctors, Investors and Published writers
Degrees from the Ivy Leagues.
We're just a few amongst billions in this lifetime,
me tangled in my dampened sheets.
I've been writing a language that I don't speak
Conversing with people I don't see
about a life that I don't live
more than just angry with a man and a woman
I can't forgive.
On the edge of the Texas-Tamaulipas border, where the buzzards float overhead awaiting dehydrated Mexican seekers of the "American Dream" take their last step in the desert, I came to a deep ravine. I placed my back to the dark abyss and let myself fall backwards... into Mexico. Almost 3 years after the creation of "Dead Man Walking; Alive in Mexico (June 2011) I realize that I am very alive...
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