My oldest friend
I am sorry
I still find it difficult to be alone with you
You are not often quiet
Full always of buzzing and shouting
Alight with every sense the world provides
I try always to drown out your din
But you are the rustling of Autumn leaves
You are spring showers
You are a gust of wind
You are the inevitability that tomorrow arrives
You are spinning
Laughing
Out of control
Until we all
Fall
Down
But the grass is soft
And the water looks inviting
If we only dared to touch it
It would hold our hand
Whisper
Beauty surround us
And there is beauty in everything
Beauty in the chaos
Beauty in every inch of this skin
In every aspect of this mind
In the screaming I find song
And in the buzzing poetry
I dance to the symphony in my head
And take off running at a dead sprint
Fill my lungs with chill air
Stare at the hazy night sky
Admire the fuzzy edged moon
Feel grateful for this brain
And this body
That gets me where I want to go
And rarely hears thank you
Being alone with you is still scary
But it's worth it
For moments like these
When the din sharpens to focus
On an image
On a sensation
On a poem