time, a dance of shadows
scattered, going and being gathered
all the while eternity is at hand
don't focus on deceiving definitions of meaning
for it is not something to be gained but to breathe in.

Still, without breath
Melted by thunder
Alive for the first time

I need you like I need my favorite pillow at night when I'm cold and sad and tired and i'm just done with the day. Nothing else matters once I finally find myself in your arms. I'm ******* cliche. I try to say these things differently but I suppose now I know why they say that things are cliche for a reason.

tiny riddles towards fleeting masks,
never hearing or seeing but following;
nap time is over,
rise up and let truth shine into the cracks of your fragmented heart.

My English teacher told me that my sentences didn't have enough commas. Sounds to me like she just needs some looser cardigans. I just want Swarovski crystals and silk pajamas. I want nice bed sheets and curtains. Preferably white and lacy. I want a nice little part time desk job that's only a few days a week. you see, I'm actually a good writer, but it's not straight A's on essays that I seek.