We are picture perfect people,
Inside our picture perfect house,
With the two most perfect kids ,
and a dog thats name is mouse,
We are picture perfect people,
With a house that smells like rain,
We have satin sheets and whole grain treats,
We have perfect picture frames,
We are picture perfect people,
Our days go bye as planned,
We have our frames of all our days from our vacations down in france,
We excel in all our languages,
We speak german, dutch, and french
Our morals are exceptional and we never lose at chess,
I guess you could say we're perfect
We are perfect in everyway,
But humbleness is necessary so that wouldn’t be okay,
We are picture perfect people,
We do our laundry twice a day,
We brush our teeth and get good sleep,
We always take time to pray,
We are picture perfect people,
We never make mistakes,
We make dessert but eat dinner first,
We will always be this way,
We are picture perfect people,
We always get good grades,
We’re never late for anything because that how were raised
We are born into a circle of too much is not enough
We always eat our vegetables for breakfast and for lunch,
We run for fun ,
We like everyone,
We are picture perfect people,
We never dye our hair,
We are never stressed we dress the best,
We are picture perfect people,
People think we are perfect people,
Because we are picture perfect people,
With picture perfect faults,
Picture perfect people are perfectly imperfect,
And we are picture perfect people,
That are imperfectly pictured,
Perfectly captured in their imperfections.

The introvert smirked to himself,
the extrovert winked,
The introvert blinked and turned his face,
The extrovert pursued the look,
and the introvert blushed and left the room.
The extrovert shrugged and broke his stare,
The extrovert forgot that he was ever there,
But the introvert never forgot, ingrained in his mind was the extroverts face,
The extrovert saw many people that day, too many people to recall by name,
The extrovert forgot his wink,
The introvert replayed his blink,
For many days the introvert hid,
The extrovert lived,
And both were content,
The introvert who sat alone,
The extrovert who broke the silence,
The introvert who raised his hand,
The extrovert who listened,
We learn our greatest lessons from living at a distance.

Words are like water they can all flow away, or they can turn to ice and stay as long as you’d like and bother you constantly all day and night, these words can form glaciers, they can make up the moon, they can burden you constantly from daylight to noon, these words will soar over and under your eyes they never come out of the places they thrive. They bleed out your actions and burst out your head they never come straight out your mouth or your tongue. The words that you see are the pictures you think and you will be safe as long as you don’t write them in ink

The curvless road,
the steepless hill,
the fearless fall,
the tasteless meal,
the cloudless fog,
the starless sky,
the bravest human never, I

He planted every single seed,
he raised and treasured every ****,
he had a garden for the moon,
a lunar garden that grew the stars,
a nebula in a small town cape,
he had a tree as green as gold,
it’s two hands held an orb of stone,
he had a window opened wide,
to see the galaxy inside,
his little room that grew the moon,
and all the stars inside it.

The flowers drew the crowd of people to the front of the church where my grandma’s essence lingered.
The colors shone on the walls from the glass windows that were made to catch the eye in a matter of thought and prayer.
I was getting painfully warm from the silence,
but the intense flashbacks made me shiver from the recurring thoughts of my grandma’s demise,
since they were filled with empty memories that just kept becoming more painful.
It was as if god mocked every moment that she lived,
knowing she had been painfully holding onto her life for me.
Still, I stood there head down,
tears in my eyes and a longing for her love in my heart.
My head was cloudy and I was a distorted mess,
Tears clung to the ends of my eyelashes and I didn't want to say a word,
because there were no words to illuminate who she was,
Especially not my grandma; she was brave, strong, and independent,
Love only knows how badly I wanted to hold her hand again,
She had a delicate hand with a cold hard grip,
that made me feel safe and self- determined,
She made me feel important,
As I stood on the podium I felt weak,
Deep down inside I had a longing for the same love to be refilled in my heart,
so I pulled myself up courageously with a great amount of effort,
so that I could catch the podium with my sweaty palms,
I Desperately held onto the worn down wood that was being harshly grasped by my faithful persistence.
My wait was long enough,
and I had to speak so that I could consume the air around me,
that was captured in the fine handiwork of the smooth wood walls.
As I glanced up, I looked directly into the eyes of so many people,
that stared at me with lifeless glares,
that made me tense up to avoid the need to speak.
I rotated my head to the right and found my mom who was situated in the far corner of the room,
staring hard into my face,
She gazed at me at me through her deep sea green eyes that exploded like a tamed tiger, but I still knew she was afraid,
I could tell there were words forming in her mouth,
that were probably going to tell me to hurry,
So just as soon as I gathered enough air,
I began to speak.  
I spoke from my heart and I spoke the truth.
I told all those people that had once held my hand and told me that it was all going to be okay.
I told them what I had really felt when they expressed these amounts of affection.
“Losing someone” I announced to the crowd,”
is like something I have never experienced.
You never get over their death and you just keep telling yourself it is all a dream.
It’s almost like watching a hot air balloon in the distance;
it’s beautiful to look at and you think it’s going to stay there forever,
but when you turn back around it’s gone.
My grandma loved an adventure and she loved to travel.
But even more she loved my brother and I.
My grandma would always tell me “Laugh and the world laughs with you weep and you weep alone.”
This saying has proved some important things in my life;
to laugh, to love, and to be strong.”
Then I stood there and waited, but not for the clapping.
I was looking for my grandma, but I knew she was only going to appear in the memories I had.
There is no person in my eyes, that could create a memory with words,
except for my grandma.
She could convince me of happiness even if it was scarce.
She convinced me that any life can last an eternity.
But in that way, she meant that living an eternity has to do with what you leave behind,
so that we are known by our memories,
and how we changed the world.
My grandma taught me that nobody's life has to end,
if we can create a legacy and live on.