Amertie

today you give yourself away to roads seen only through windows wet with rain; a sign says we are fifteen minutes out of town, but we say we are two years out of luck you surrender to a map (but it can never be of life) and so we are still lost and no, we will not find god here.

you sit, staring at cracks in white walls. lyrical memories repeat and your only thoughts are of this summer – how on diving boards, you hesitate before jumping; how on friday nights you reject drunken bonfires for a hole you dug in the sand to hide from noise; how red 'x's are scratched on papers, crumpled and left in corners and how turning right isn’t always possible.

you sit, staring at cracks in white walls. lyrical memories repeat and your only thoughts are of this summer – how on diving boards, you hesitate before jumping; how on friday nights you reject drunken bonfires for a hole you dug in the sand to hide from noise; how red 'x's are scratched on papers, crumpled and left in corners and how turning right isn’t always possible.

today is the day you remember how to breathe. there is an ocean of thoughts, nightmares, and gray days; cross it and find yourself on sandy shores and midnight blue skies; count the stars and breathe in dreams of sunshine. wake up late with the dreams still lingering in your heart, dreams like promises and dragonfly kisses, candlelight that won’t fade. play on imagination like a piano, words flowing like soft melodies, painting pictures of meadows under soft skies and the smiles of kids on playgrounds; hop-scotch and held hands and snowball fights. breathe in moonlight for a change; dance with your heart wide open and unafraid. pret

one. i want to pick up the fallen leaves from the branches of my heart; dust off my cloudy dreams and find hope again, hidden under closed eyelids and almost-collapsing lungs. i want to smile. two. sometimes i think that happiness is hiding from me. [it's afraid that i'll taint it.] three. when i look at my icon, i see a giraffe. four. i have problems believing in people - their hearts are too darkened by apathy and pain; like storm clouds waiting to drown the world and strike us all down with lightning, one by one, and i have problems believing in me. [sometimes i wonder if the two are connected.] five. sometimes i