There I was
Just a little
Aways from
A cliff.

The mossy, rocky, and clay like
Ground,
Swell under my feet.

I stand at the edge
Playfully tipping
Forward and back
On my heels,
Frightening you.

Unlike you
I know
I would never
I just come to
Enjoy
To view,
The landscape
The peace.

And unlike you
I know
I cannot
Control this
Dream.

My nightmare.

You're just shy
Of an inch away
From my hand
That makes my
Hand
Shake and sweat.

Not the regular kind
The kind that
Rattle your teeth
And drench you whole.

I stare at
The picture
I have of you
And sit and
Remember
What hasn't
Happened yet.

You're just shy
Of inching closer.

Can you feel
That I'm
Nervous
Too?

Change to me
Is like winter bringing
Forth spring.
You think you know when
It's supposed to arrive
How it's supposed to feel, smell, look, sound, taste.

But it's never exact
Never always on time
Or in the right spot
But it'll come
Eventually.

The feelings always
Just a little different
From before.

The smell just a little
Darker or lighter
From before.

The season looking
A little brighter, colorful
From before.

The sound just a little
Louder
From before.

The taste too
Sweet to handle, different
From before.

But change
Makes your
Life a little
Simpler if
You let it
Better
From before.

Something that fits
In my palm
Something you don't
want to stomp on
With those feet.
Something so small
I don't know
What it's called
Something so bright
As a
Sweet
Apple
That I wonder
If this something
Is allowed
to be
Swallowed
I pick it up
With my
Tiny fingers
I pop it in
My mouth
Like
what
Mom does
With these things
She calls "pills"
And I swallowed
Then I could not breathe,
And I panicked
Coughed
It stuck in my throat,
Turning me the color
Of the toy
That's
In my throat
And then
Remembered
What it was
Called.

Have people ever
Asked you
Why do you read?
And you say well...
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality,
To live one life?
When I read
I live so many lives
And then comes
When I read
I escape reality,
To my own world,
Where things can be
Possibly possible.
That's where it
Comes to people
Asking,
Why do you write?
And you say,
Well
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality
To live one life?
When I write
I return the favor,
I share my world
With reality
To create
A bridge
From my world
To theirs
To make it seem
Possibly possible.

We have those imperfections
Like mine.

We have those emotions
Like mine.

Mortality that we can't
Bend.

Dreams we don't want to
Band.

I will myself to strive,
I will myself to have faith.

We have violence,
opinions and views,
But another thing
We want
For everyone to stop
And have a clue.

What makes us human?

What's the point?

What makes us so special?

What really makes us
HUMAN?

Music is my daydream
Takes me out
So far
Away
From everyone else
Where I work out the pieces
Of life
In my head
Music will play
The sound so wondrous
I can taste it,
Can see it,
Can touch it,
Not just hear,
No I don't hear
I feel and it takes me
By the hand
And I feel
And I taste
And I see.