The same.

I heard the wind call my name today.
I followed the voices in my head,
and I felt free for a moment. together we breathed the same air.
stood under the same moon.
walked on the same earth.
it's funny though.
How I don't even know you.

Not.

In perfection we stand, listening to the lies of the honest, and the truths of the liars.
are we afraid of dreaming, or afraid of reality?
are breathing or are we screaming?
The answer isn't who we are, or what we want,
it doesn't pull us away from everything we have ever needed.
it's not life nor death that makes us shut down or open up.
It's not me, it's not you.
It's just not.

Rain.

we're dripping like rain drops, they fall from the sky so graciously we don't think about how it feels to hit the pavement.
I breathed you in last night, and tonight we pretended to be children again. The moments spent with you pull me deeper under the surface, and as we part I realize I was only falling. Only drifting.
and like rain, when you're gone, I remember I'm about too hit the pavement.

Smile

when I speak a word with you,
I know how alive I become.
I feel happiness in my heart when your name comes up.
what a shame it only happens once in a while.

bruises

In a way I am glad I have dark skin.
I bruise easily.
you just can't see it.

I can't stop thinking about him. He is always in my head and it is more painful than happy feelings. I just want him to want me.

I think I broke my nuckle.