Stacking a thousand ladders over one another and piling dozens of chairs
You still cant touch the moon
You can only dream under it
But the view from up here is closer than before and farther from the ground
The air is colder up here
And you feel more free
And you are legitimately over those who walk
And you realize that the only reason you feel free is because you feel you have the choice.
The choice
To let go of these railings
And the realization that you are in control of your life
That nothing's holding you down there
That nothing's holding you up here
But the will to hold on to life
Or to let
Go

This is a song
Where I've lost most everything
But all I really need
Is a cigarette

And as I'm painting glorious pictures
As I'm waltzing through the hills
I find existence
In my own mind

Lowly low
How the wall of Jericho
Came crashing down

I'm underneath the surface
With all the air that I can breath

This is a psalm
A sacred scripture
Where the moon that rises high
Is not always full

But its full tonight
And I find colors in the dark
I find peace
That cannot be

Height of highs
God is found in love and song
And abandoned temples

I'm trapped and conquered
And feeling free

i was empty
  something was missing
until
        recently
you made me whole again.

you give me physicality.

hugs and hand holds
hands holding my face

in between them.

you gave me proximity.

walking on the sidewalk
your breath lingering on my face

when you turned to speak.
sometimes our fingers grazed

you gave me love.

one cannot know love
until it is a breath from the mouth

of someone beautiful.

In a room full of people
my eyes wander across
their faces in hopes
that I'll see you.

At night when I
crawl into bed
I'm hoping that my dreams will
lead me to you.

When I read my
favorite novels, their
lines remind me
of you.

And although I haven't
seen you in quite awhile,

And I'm sure you may not
remember me...

I still look for you.

(-DF-09/21/16-)

but then

you meet someone who understands you
you don't even have to try to convey your thoughts with words
because he already gets it
he already could feel the lightning in your chest
and the shadows that creep in the depths of your mind
without having to try

the little sparks you feel in your soul when he speaks
like a calm whisper
a soft breeze
a gentle touch on my skin

how easily he could unravel me without even trying
how easily my walls come crashing down when i'm around him

a growing flame inside my chest
giving light to this darkness

a warmth i didn't think i could feel again
that not even my doubtful heart could resist to believe in

how easily he could devour me in the most beautiful way
how easily he could reach inside the depths of my soul
when i had thought that nobody, not even the rain, could have done so

you are nothing more than a papercut, he said
you sting for just a second before you are forgotten
i'm looking for a hurricane,
an unforgettable, brutal hurricane of a woman

i am not a hurricane, i said
but all hurricanes do is lift you up by the roots
destroy everything around you
& leave you soaking wet, lonely & upside down

i know, he said
but that's all i want

I'm changing with the seasons
and I'm beginning to think that the goosebumps on my skin are self defense
from more than just the cold.