I am from the strangers,
from questions and wonders.
I am form the un-seen, lurking in the corner,
secrets wanting to be found.
I am from the light bulbs,
the consuming of energy,
variety of flavors, the good and bad both locked in cells.
I am from the past and the present,
from the twinkling light and dreams of sugar plums dancing in my head.
I am from the truth,
the key of the universe, step by step instruction of you and me.
I am from the pillow fights and jumping beans unable to contain the joy,
transformed into flushed faces and thundering storm clouds hovering over heads,
the every so slightly music of broken glass.
I am from the I-hate-yous', there I-love-yous'
the faint flashes of faces, the sketches of new ones.
I am from the dreams, the reality checks, the laughter, the crying.
I am from YOU.
Molded and shaped, chipped and torn,
assembled a thousand times better.
I am from those memories, these moments,
the seconds we gain from living and the time we lose from dying.
I am from the particles in the air, the dust and the ashes.
Nothing is truly lost, looking beyond the looking glass.
Mistakes are not mistakes.
I am from me. Me, myself, and I.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
I am from the strangers,
from questions and wonders.
I am form the un-seen, lurking in the corner,
secrets wanting to be found.
I am from the light bulbs,
the consuming of energy,
variety of flavors, the good and bad both locked in cells.
I am from the past and the present,
from the twinkling light and dreams of sugar plums dancing in my head.
I am from the truth,
the key of the universe, step by step instruction of you and me.
I am from the pillow fights and jumping beans unable to contain the joy,
transformed into flushed faces and thundering storm clouds hovering over heads,
the every so slightly music of broken glass.
I am from the I-hate-yous', there I-love-yous'
the faint flashes of faces, the sketches of new ones.
I am from the dreams, the reality checks, the laughter, the crying.
I am from YOU.
Molded and shaped, chipped and torn,
assembled a thousand times better.
I am from those memories, these moments,
the seconds we gain from living and the time we lose from dying.
I am from the particles in the air, the dust and the ashes.
Nothing is truly lost, looking beyond the looking glass.
Mistakes are not mistakes.
I am from me. Me, myself, and I.