Emotions are yellow rain boots splashing through puddles
the small pothole left in the ground
broken from the season before
as the rain rushes down to fill up the hole
the warm water gathers and stays
the young child skips by to jump through
the warm water that was left in the sun
rises up and hits the child's body
her rain boots filled with water and mud
she splashed again, harder
the water reachers her head and she found herself soaking wet
wet because the little puddle that sat in the hole
that was left there from the season before hit her
but she smiled.

they are there for sight
for people who can't see
by themselves

they are there for style
for people who love fashion
or
they are there for comfort
for the people who love books

they are there for adventure
when the naked eye just isn't enough
they are there

for me,
they are there for the days
tears rush out of my eyes
though my thoughts stay a blur
they keep my vision clear
so I can see what I'm missing
on the outside

As humans,
we look for the unitive experience,
we have instincts for compassion,
innocently and unknowingly we follow that instinct.

So as we become conscious of the world,
we are going through life identifying experiences,
as our own,
making it personal,
just like we do when we want to connect and understand people.

We live for unity,
we search for it,
we have not yet found it,
but at least we are conscious of it.

I was never alone
We were always together
Either talking or just sitting with each other
With a warm cup of chai tea
We saw each other every day
Never did we blink in between conversations
And the short breath we got that moment
When the other began to spoke
Was the only time we could rest
We never ate together
We never thought alone
We always had something to say
Until the moment we were finally alone
 
We were separated for life
And we could never see each other again
Though I was able to buy new clothes  
Now-
I am alone.

I was told to be kind
To say my “please and thank yous”
Smile all the time
And show my love to all

If I couldn’t find my way
They would always trace my steps
If I couldn’t understand
They would just hold my hand

Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep
They’d find the lullaby to close my little eyes
And if my spirit was lost
They’d find the words to speak

So when my heart was finally at peace
With them by my side  
I knew if they just held my hand, I’d get there
We were going somewhere somehow
Together

I was small and needy
They were there to fill the space
To keep me going
Because if I was on my own
I couldn’t do it
I wouldn’t know how

That was the way
Now, if you ask me where to begin
I’d say it starts at the end
If you tell me the sun rises in the east
I’d say that’s wrong
And if you showed me how to breathe
I’d exhale first

Because all I know is the blank page
Before the master piece is written
The puzzle pieces separate
Not the picture as a whole
I am still small and needy
And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame
I cut out all the ropes and let myself fall
I told my love to wreck it all
And when I did that
I smiled kindly and said thank you
Then and there I knew
Somehow
I was going somewhere  
On my own
My way

We choose to prefer
We want to believe in something,
Rather than nothing at all.
Questions that can be answered.
We don't want the unsolvable or the unexplainable,
We want to believe truthfully,
Even if it is not what is true,
We do it anyway,
We choose to,
We prefer it.