untitled. for now.i need you. i need you. i need you.untitled. for now.
and if i repeat it enough, maybe
from where you are sitting miles away you will hear my call in the whisper of the wind carressing your cheek and roustling your hair like i used to.
and maybe, if i reach out far enough, i could touch your face.
i can fly.as the seat flies up, i race towards the sky, my hair pulled tightly back and my eyes tightly closed, and for a moment – just one moment – i lift from my seat and finally i can fly.i can fly.
the descent
is anything but disheartening,
as i am pulled back and prepared for another launch.
and all the while, all i know and all i care is: i can fly.
trahisonThe feel of the carpet beneath my feet is in itself a bit of a comfort. Bare, cracked, and worn, my heels turn and rub against the used-to-be soft carpet as I move. Who knew that in a place I felt so trapped, I could find solace in a bit of some strange, plasticy fibers stapled to the ground? It supports me in the strangest of ways.trahison
And yet, the comfort cannot last long. The light draining into my room via the dirty window burns my skin, peeling me layer by layer to reveal the most vulnerable part of my soul.
Leave me be. I want to shout, but the dust particles in the air swirl around me, sting the raw flesh and clog
MusingsI felt beautiful today, as though you had plucked me yourself from the highest, thorniest branches of the rose bush outside the window of that broken down building down theMusings
street from where we used to paint beautiful images of the future
with our words.
I felt alive today when you ran your calloused, scarred fingers through my stringy hair and whenever they would catch in a knot it made me think of that bird we found what seems like a hundred and a half years ago - the bright blue one with the broken wing we nursed back to health that scorching
That CologneWhile reaching into the top drawer of the dresser, I inhale, taking in a sudden trace of mandarin oranges. A few rogue droplets fall from my hair to the towel wrapped around my body still shocked - from being in a steamy bathroom - by the chill air of the house. The scent filters through the room, calming. There’s something else: cologne. I don’t wear cologne.That Cologne
My back was to the door and I’d been enthralled with a new song, singing it to myself from the shower, down the hall, to my room. I felt the carpet under my feet, the threads seeming to reach and hug at my toes while I walked across the room to the dresser. T
Needle and ThreadIf you looked at my life as a tapestry embroidered in different designs and a myriad of colors, today you'd find a rip in the seams. Life can get tough and toss you around like a sailboat in a storm. And sometimes you can have the hardest time getting the threadNeedle and Thread
through the needle's eye and the sails to help you fly But here I find music in wind and leaves. Walking down the street you can hear the music if you listen, and hear each beat- distinct and steady as seconds ticking away of the world's clock. And it was then I couldn't conceive how anyone could kill over what we believe Come n
oh my.
Neutral
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Life is the miracle, open your heart the miracle in me is in you
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