Chuck Perrin

I want the warmth of bare skin within my reach everybody needs someone to touch someone to hug and hold anytime the world gets too close someone who will be sweet consolation

rain rain hit me hard wash away the film and dust the camo coating hiding me and my insecurities leave me squeaky clean bare and raw and ready to try once again to be real

What does it matter if I unplug? I don’t feel it anymore All this promise of redemption Keeps me crippled on the floor I’m only going through the motions Acting like I’m strong Curating the illusions Pretending I belong I miss the rush of real aloneness I’ve lost contact with my soul I prefer to… [ read more ]