I sat on your lap
while we chewed pink bubblegum.
I knew you didn't like it,
but you assured me you did.

We blew bubbles
until I knew how.
Over and over.
I made you laugh
so hard you cried.

My little arms
were wrapped tight around your neck.
I laid my head on your chest,
and I still remember
your perfect, sweet smell.

I yawned,
you stroked my head.
And you told me,
"Time to spit out the bubblegum,
and get some rest."

You carried me on your hip
up to my bed.
Although that night
all we did was chew bubblegum,
it was a night well spent.

A group of us sat behind two pine trees.
The perfect spot where the sun could greet us
but the wind could not.
I took off my sweatshirt and folded in up,
tucking it to the spot where my head would lie,
and I laid down, using it as a pillow.

I folded my hands
and let them gently rest on my stomach.
My faded tie-dye shirt baked
and my eyes squinted until they
stopped resisting the urge to shut.

For a while the conversations swirled
in and out of touch.
Catching pieces of stories
I knew I would forget later.
Every once in a while
I would open my eyes just slightly
and peak at a bright blue sky.

Time passed.
People left and people came.
But there I dozed,
next to the pine trees,
and warmed by a day.
I never wanted to get up.

It's strange

that we're scared to be afraid
it hurts to show pain
and somewhat prideful to be vain.

Wouldn't it be easier
if we weren't all so emotionally insane?

It's strange.

This morning my green tea
It gave me an epiphany
That caffeine got to me
And man was I set free.

I saw who I was
and remembered who I am.
Sometimes, that's all it takes.
Now I remember,
those Peanut Butter and Jelly days.

Thoughts.

They swim
they creep
they whisper
they speak
they distract
they attack
they advance
they mislead

This head of mine with an abnormal amount of thoughts,
intelligent, but confused, and occasionally distraught.

Rain makes me feel so much better,
content,
refreshed,
at peace,
with power,
and probably less likely to go take a shower.