The books are all dusty
it's lonely and empty.
She's angry and sleepless again.
Her prince is so weary,
he bought her some jewellery,
but nothing can save her today.

Far away, there's a tree.
It is owned by a King,
it's fruit is miraculous.
They need only to get to it
and wait for the desolate
days to pass.  Blessings will come.

For the King, He is good
and loves like He should
Then shall three become more
Far above all the trees
where pain and sorrows cease
there, the home is complete.

The density of the tropical air can be expressed by the
absence of will, the abundance of moisture, and the
undeniable, impending, dehydration I know so well.

So yes, it's pretty **** hot, much hotter than the thermometers indicate.
Like I break a sweat bending over to tie my shoes.
Or how my town has more fixtures dedicated to air conditioning service than diesel and petrol

After this realization it will rain for just enough time for me to decide if I want hot coffee or tea
to celebrate the coming mists,
the dark clouds,
the cool breezes and
I anticipate shivering for the first time in a long, long time.

But it doesn't matter, because after a brief moment the skies empty
and bestow upon us blinding sunshine and even more humidity.
So I solemnly turn off the gas under the tepid kettle
like the unrequited lust of a teenager

and the few precious droplets of water that collected on the concrete disappear

Our fates await us today
Or another day, perhaps
Well, we've got to do something

Necessity is a mother

Let's run away
If nothing else we'll have a change of scenery
At least that's something
We'll get coffee
We'll grow the stuff if we have to
We'll feed our neighbors dog until it favors us over anyone else
Then it will be our dog
But we won't have to clean up after it

Or lets stay right here
We'll build walls
We'll not let anyone in, ever
We'll have our own island and it can be surrounded by sharks
and electric jellyfish
We won't get hurt or listen to so many wildly ignorant people,
Because we'll only listen to each other

Maybe what we need is balance,
like that of an alley cat
Or a circus performer

Ugh.
Let's just do what happens.

Leaving for the wrong
reasons can be called failure.
Dawn won't be enough.

Helping is hard when
there's ******* in the ether.
Frost clings stubbornly.

People in groups of
more than two will probably
cause pain, hurt- darkness.

I want to be, not
like every other person,
like sweet rain drops.