I think back to that smell, that person, that memory. I smile because I remember.  All I can think about is who I once was. But eventually I'm knocked back to present time, wishing for something better, wishing for that memory. Why can't I live in the past, never thinking about the future?

I made nothing out of everything today.
I felt blank.
Then a shining little string of hope came.
Then more.
I blew away the cloud above my head.
I figured, why not make everything out of the nothing.

I smile, I'm looked through as if I were invisible.
I speak, I'm ignored.
I cry, I'm pitied.
I scream, I'm glanced at.
But once someone looked back.
We spoke, we laughed.
Together we were no longer invisible.

When I first learned how to talk I also learned never to talk nicely to those who have less. I learned that they were meant to be poor and we were meant to be rich. I learned never to show them mercy.
       That’s when I realized something. My whole life had been about what others have wanted for me not what I wanted. I was like a robot being controlled. I got good grades and acted professional for my dad, I was respectful and poised for my mom.

Pants have yellow ice in trucks of hills. I'm in a purple suitcase and the trees are poking my ****. Goosebumps aren't feather dusters anymore. Foot warts in my hair and yarn on my nose. Water is dribbling from my power line and my calf is aching. My shoes are covers in slime and my toes are twitching. The flag stands there in front of us and we are all slapping our dogs. The sun poked our cheeks as the as the lights went flapping away. Pots went eating a way leaving the chairs bird less. gas had loud books on their foreheads and was talking in a cheetah. Cows ate my blanket of clocks. Bags killed my sauce pick. Mills have ***** roofs.