While Emily is still at school
and Sydney is on her own
I sit on the bus
and think about writing a poem

I love you so much
Even though we don't talk a lot
everything is fine

Some winds live on
in a place you can go
no matter the weather

The bus is a roaring,
humming dragon.
That growls and stalls,
The buses fire,
warms us from the outside cold.
The bus takes us away,
to far away lands,
where dragons could never exist.

I was born and raised in New England.
I've spent my summers in New Hampshire,
and Vermont.
I love New England's rich greens and vibrant browns.
I love the trees and how they tower.
I love the yellow of the flowers that grow wild.
I love the laid back people and canoe rides.
The colors of our houses, clothes, and hair add to the everything around us.
I don't think there's a place I rather be.

One day,
There will be no killings,
No wars or scandals.
No breakups or fights,
No bullying or suicides.
Everyone will be happy and considered sane,
And world will be all around a better place.
But today,
Is not that day.

My faith is twisted,
and constantly turning.
Through church halls and quiet sermons.
During cold white winters and
hot
steamy
summers.
Faith is the prayers mummered over meals,
under the yellow dimming lights of a dining room,
as the world turns outside.
My faith, it changes on the daily.
Twisted through my bones,
and inter weaved in the brain cells of my ancestors,
passed down from generations of church goers.
My faith can be summed up in the song Mert hums behind me on a Sunday.
A beautiful song,
but never quite yet finished.

I woke up every morning,
I went to every class,
rode every bus home,
just so i could sit at home,
and do nothing.

Connecticut is suppose to be smart.
And studious.
Its suppose to be a place for billionaires to play,
away from New York's lights,
and Bostons noise.
Connecticut is safe and plentiful.

But Willimantic is the exception.
The ****** capitol of the US,
where the drop out rates are higher than 2009 gas prices.
A place for social security checks,
food stamps,
and disaster.
Willimantic is the dark spot on Connecticut's perfect body.
But if I live,
learn,
and grow
in the dark,
will i be dark?
or will i just appreciate the light more?

you promised.