I'd like to think,
that the best feelings are;
Grass under bare feet,
Spring tides,
Rain droplets lightly skimming your eyelashes,
A favorite blouse,
The burn of alcohol,
And the sensation of another humans skin
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
i am not who I think i am
but for a moment i was who i wish i could be
i was in class when it began
a clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning shook the sky
i walked out with my head held high
and smiled when the first droplets met my face
i laughed when a puddle soaked my shoes through and through
the feeling of clear, cold water settling on my ***** warm skin
i was by myself but i was not alone
the journey became my friend, my co-conspirator
i don’t know why i did it
but i hope that i never stop feeling it
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
These bewildering trees,
cold winters,
heavy snow,
and anxiety filled eyes
have taken a piece of me.
Who I was,
or who I thought I was.
I am a shell, in a
vast and open sea.
Waiting for a wave,
to cast me out
into a new current.
I am a hollow being,
waiting for my new soul.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC