8.3.2011My head has contemplated a lot of things today.
I've realized nothing compares to love, or lack there of.
I've realized I feel as though my heart is a time bomb
and i don't want anyone to hold it,
because the blast - whenever it may come -
will be enough to shatter façades
carefully carved into balsa foam
with souls shaped like
glass blowers' eyes.
I've realized there's nothing like the feeling of crying.
I don't know whether I
should consider realizing things bad or good.
I want to say it's a good thing,
but my heart is lit with tiny sad candles.
7.29.2011I want to crawl inside your head and sleep for a while,
keeping my eyes closed until I forget they can open.
I am curious about you.
7.28.2011if the wind stays calm enough to feel invisible, we can pretend to fly. we'll catch a tide on your wings - we'll sing for lives on your smile - and we'll sing along to the good voice of begging trees.
one deep breath within me grows, to someday below out the emotions clumped up with it in my lungs. the scent of ocean fog washes over my nostrils, and i'm a bit more at peace. the wind will begin to calm down, and we won't see it, and we'll take flight in our minds. in our hearts. our voices. our lungs.
the deep breath growing in me will be swiftly released, surrounding you, slipping into your ears. because all these emotions that i will sing were shaped by you.
so i want you to be the one to hear them.