a fresh, crisp morning. the smell of leaves. dandelions brushing my chin. cherishing these things, i tilt my head back to see the vast, open sky. a drop of cold water gently hits my face and i laugh a laugh that breaks the world open and i can see everything inside the beauty i am surrounded by. i feel everything and i'm here. there's something in stating the obvious, i think. before there's a flash of red and blinding pain and its over.
did a character study of clarisse from fahrenheit 451 in my humanities class and part of it was to write a poem heeh