I am a raindrop
Formed in the clouds
In the
Eye
Of a titanic storm.
My life
Rushessssss
Past my eyes
I am
Out of control
Flailing
Falling
Plunging
To my
Death
I wish I could
stop
And take
In the
World
Around me
But I'm long gone
Falling
Too
*splat

I've seen hobos and hippies at bus stops
Goths, drunks and stoners
Pretty skinny girls with Starbucks in their pretty hands and leggings
Quiet girls with notebooks
Guys who are loud and always smiling
Guys who keep to themselves
People wearing a moustache and a skirt
Mothers with 6 children and a pet bird perched on their stroller
I always wonder of them
I have seen you
With your nice eyes
And silence
The quiet way you don't speak
How you always wear long sleeves
And I wonder about you
...Does anybody ever wonder about me?
I doubt it.
You have to be interesting, to be wondered about.
Or in a movie.
Or a book.
Or a fairytale.
You need to live in daydreams.
I think I need to move.

"Not all who wander
are lost"
Yet still, I wonder
where am I
and where are we going?

But I know where I am
I'm in a library,
sipping a coffee
lost in my thoughts

Any of which range
from "what's for dinner?"
to "why am I here?"
Ranging from shallow
to deep.

My mind making
leap to leap.
Leaving me confused
and wondering,
Where am I
and where are we going?

Dear God,

Give me another family
Just so I may
Become something greater than
what I was supposed to
Because that's what you did
when saved Moses
from his eminent death
so perhaps
you can do the same for me

they say we are all made out of
stardust
if so,
i am a million black holes
and you are the brightest suns
in the universe.

Sometimes on long car rides I look up to see something that's never changing, I look up at the stars hanging on a thread and the shadows on the moon. I think of my soulmate, are we looking up at the same night sky? I think of the ever changing society and it gives me hope to see the same stars. Then again, the stars are dead.