Sun hits the mountains like
The colors of iced-tea-pink-lemonade
Rejected by rocky faces and
The charcoal remains of once-majestic pines
Rays cross in the sky as the valley drinks down the last
Sip or two of the iced-tea-sunset

my eyelashes keep sticking together
this dress is too short
this dress doesn't go with my shoes
this dress isn't comfortable enough to dance in

my hair looks stupid down.
my hair looks stupid up.
i should have just straightened it.
i should have done laundry
i should just throw away all of my clothes.
or burn them.

this tank top makes me look fat
**** it, i am fat

i should have gone on a diet.
i shouldn't have eaten that cookie dough

i should buy one of those bras that will make my ***** look smaller

i should buy sexier *******
that will make me feel better.

should i put on more make up?
now i look like a *****.

just **** it.

this is what i look like. face it.

Sometime's,
there's a little backwash
in your cup.*

You don't have to drink it.

Some do
and that's ok.

Some may even want
to drink your backwash.

Don't let them.

Backwash
is unavoidable
but
you make the choice
to drink it
or not.

Jonah asked me,
‘Thomas, do you wear sunglasses all the time because you don't have eyes?’
In my head I said ‘yes Jonah, you’re right!
I wear them because I don’t have eyes,
I hide behind mirrored glass because I’m scared of the world, Jonah.
I am terrified that maybe someone will understand me--
But I can't stop you, can I Jonah?’

Those words circled round and round in my head and heres what I did say:
I have eyes, Jonah, they’re blue.

In a dream I dreamed that I was Odin,
That I gouged out my eyes in exchange
For all the wisdom and understanding the world had to offer.
Jonah I have ******* holes for eyes,
Big empty spaces where every thing goes in and nothing comes out.
I have dark pools of disbelief and
Grown-up thoughts and
The pictures in my head have edges as if they were film
Instead of fog blurring edges with reality,
And all the caffeine coursing through my bloodstream
Cannot possibly give me the energy you have, Jonah.

Maybe I was Odin once, maybe I was a god--
But that was long ago and I grew up, jonah,
So, I don’t have eyes anymore,
But these blue-black-holes will watch you grow up,
And each year they will grow darker as you grow older,
Until finally I fade to nothing more than a name painted on a wall and
empty sunglasses staring out of the past--
Watching,
Wishing I had told you:
Don’t ever, ever give up your eyes, Jonah.

Butterfly, butterfly
Such a beautiful sight
I'm drawing all these butterflies
To save my own life
No more of the cutting
Nothing with the burns
I am done with tying nooses
My butterflies will save my world

Tree stand high, temperature low
this hunt has never been so cold.
     This mighty forest bare no more than two souls,
     Destined for one another, someday? Much hope.

Much hope.

Tree stand high, temperature low
the hunter starts to grow.
     Becoming one with this mighty forest, oblivion melts
     like the snow on the pines. Peace.

Tranquility.

"the game is one of great trophies, to boast, to play."

Oblivion is bliss, and the hunter grows humble.

Tree stand high, high, high above the pines, temperature ever so luke.
Gray skies become orange, as the sun breaks through.
     the hunter puts down his gun, deciding to break tradition.
     The longing for the trophy melts like the ice on the creek.

This mighy forest is beautiful. Tranquil. Peace in silence.
The hunter climbs from the highest stand in the trees.
     Stumps, moss, grass and mud.
     Is the hunt more than a game? But one of true love?

Peace.

The hunter stays quite, at the foot of the tree.
True love became more than a silly trophy.

Your heart races as you watch
Your dreams are so close to reality
You can practically taste them in the air
You reach your hand out to cup your dream
And yet as your fingers curl around what you desire
It becomes liquid
And melts away in the palm of your hand
Leaving nothing
Except for a film of bittersweet memories
I remember those times