i went to a small acoustic show in the woods two days ago. it was a very small, comfortable crowd; maybe 17 people total including the performers. it felt like we were all friends. there was a girl there. she had been anorexic (she is supposed to be recovering. everyone knows about it), and she is just so full of love and happiness and she just wants the best for everyone and for everyone to be happy. but sometimes i see her in the halls at school and she just look so very sad, it makes my heart ache. at this show, there was a bonfire. it was a small fire because we could not get it to start. she was sitting down in front of the fire, and i was standing behind her because there was no more room to sit and i looked down at her hands and they just looked like skeleton hands. they looked like tiny, frail bones with a sheet of skin covering them! and oh my gosh, i wanted to cry right there looking at her hands. she is so filled to the capacity of love, so much that she's almost bursting, but she has skeleton hands and i can't stop thinking about those hands and all the rings she had on every finger and how when her hands get cold it must be hard to keep them from sliding down and falling off
not really poetry. i do not have anywhere else to put this.