I think to myself everyday,
what have I done to deserve
this loving family?

All I do is complain
about small trivial things
such as chores and homework.

Yet I still manage to keep them loving me,
to keep them caring about where I go,
and who I am.

I love you.
These are just three simple words,
that can mean so much
but can also mean nothing at all.

Brisk wind
       blowing through the window
                  making me feel
                           like I have energy once again.

                           Warm breeze
                   blowing through the window
       making me feel
drowsy as hell.

Sun
shining through the clouds
making me feel like things
might just be all right