Isn't the most glorious moment
when you are anticipating something?
Your excitement is like a balloon being filled up with air
More and more air
And finally to the point of no return
Pop.
That moment so anticipated is here
And not quite as glorious as it was in your head.

Simply
sitting. Pondering a thought
with deep concentration
Interrupted by
the hurricane, whirling spinning.
Suddenly
that thought is lost
drowning
disappearing
Simply sitting.
The bus doors open.

When you touched me,
You made my heart dance erratically
My insides tingled like fireflies contained in a jar
When you sang to me,
I wanted to capture that moment forever
That raspy sound rustling my soul
But then you saw that girl
Who you seen all summer
And I was left alone, forgotten
Not broken, but reminiscent
of what could have been
And here I am
hoping and dreaming
That if I don't think about it
Love will find me
But will it really?

What to wear?
Every morning I get up
And brush my teeth
Return to my room and decide
what to wear?

People will not see me clearly
Only the clothes I wear
And in a instant they will judge me
Their thoughts punching me with their opinions
Of which I will never understand the reasons why
They instantly extract the patterns and colors, shapes and lengths
And determine what I am in their head
They decide by one glance if I am good enough for them
Their faces say it all.

So what to wear?
Which box should I put myself in today?
Clothes are just coverings on my skin.
or are they shields to protect what is actually on the inside.
Let us button up, lace up, tie, wrap and fix that armor perfectly so that
no one suspects anything.
Its time to go.