It's about time for me to be reminded
It's about time for me to be refreshed

When I'm sad I'll drive to the store
Except I won't go right to the store
I pass the houses with Christmas lights
Or the small shops of the old town
Where things are light with color
And when I see all the people,
I'm not so lonely anymore

peace flows like a river
when I open my heart

She wears sweaters and sleepless nights on her skin like pink dresses in the summertime
insomnia should finally win her this fashion contest
But she isn't skinny enough
At night she screams herself awake and no one else
They don't hear her when she talks when the sun is up either
Her toes curl up and the rest of her follows
This is just another body wishing itself real

I was always your daughter.
You weren't always my father.

I picked up a few words
Fitting to my emotional grooves
Mirroring my love,pangs,pain and bliss
Who knows from which end and
Who starts reading
The bits already rhyming
Submitted to the scripted Gods
Presenting you, this poem.

Our conveniences
Are all shared
And inconvenices
A perfect privacy!