The day moves on slowly. 
Minutes pass with the tick of that old clock hanging from the wall.
Every time that tick erupts,
I realize my thoughts have slipped away, again.
I cannot remember where my mind was just five ticks ago.
Probably something depressing, I would remember a joy filled minute.
I cannot remember why I decided to forgive everyone.
However, I must of had a reason.
But, most importantly, 
I cannot remember how this poem is meant to end.

The opening notes,
Bursting off the guitar,
Hit my ears softly,
But with the power of a truck.
Chills ran through skin,
Then stayed there.

The sky was dark, and the rain pounded quickly against the fabric.
The world seemed depressed.
But 
In that moment under my umbrella,
I found complete and utter joy. 
I was soaked. but my smile was gigantic. 
I saw a puddle and jumped in,,
The wind kicked umbrellas inside out, and people struggled to hold on. They were upset at first, but then they started to smile. It was contagious.
Laughter filled my ears and it was a perfect moment out of one that was supposed to be miserable.

It's about to storm,
But I don't care.
I'm outside,
And the winds heavy
Along with my footsteps,
My mind is in my head,
Not outside with the storm,
It's sheltered away,
In the dark safe abyss of my brain.

The dust makes a mini tornado,
It's beautiful,
Second only to the harsh fearsome clouds that roll through the sky like waves.

A leaf flies off a tree,
Its time coming faster than anticipated.
It's sad leaf siblings know that it's just life though,
They Dave their pigment for another month.

I guess the point is that the world is fierce, but just as sad. Kind of like everyone in a way

"What a day,
Life right?
Well,
**** happens ya know,
Oh well,
It could be worse,

Right?"

"Yea,
I think it could be.
Just know,
You're a good person."

"No I'm not"

"Yes you are, now
Go to sleep"

"Ok(thank you)"

Moonlight covered vanity,
Ethereal heartbeats as hands touch.
A Chemical filled moment seems so,
Forever.
Underneath the stars,
Who watch with angst.
swallowed whole by reflected light from the moon,
Which does not judge, only shine.

Small moments in this place, with these things make hearts skip beats.
Makes eyes refuse to blink,
They stick in brains forever,
Not departing until they hop into the souls suitcase when it departs from the body.

My arm felt right under her head.
Hair gently falling, flowing with the breeze.
The back and forth sway, of the hammock.
Warmth. Love. Happiness.
But happiness,
Happiness will make you miserable.
Expectations.
When my arm is solemn,
there is no breeze,
And my hammock is long gone,
That happiness will mock me,
Laugh in my face,
Taunt me until I fall.
It is relentless,
But I'm glad we had that moment.