Sometimes I look at
the sky & wonder
how much bluer
it could get, & just
when I think that
there is no limit,
the sky turns on me
& asks me, "how
blue can you get?"
& then I realize that
the scariest part of
me is that I just don't
know where the



























bottom is.

"Something along those lines, yes."
& that's just it, that's what I am--
something that can never quite walk the line;
shy-girl, watching-girl,
always-on-the-tip-of-my-tongue-girl,
dancing around the main idea,
the true center of the words.
I am along the lines,
between the notes,
& you are the greatest symphony.

A b s t r a c t

never ending
never starting


cannot be
seen



what was ever
so true
about

love,

anyway?

I woke up this morning with an appetite for self-destruction
Yesterday's consumption of ******* piling on today's woes
Making me ill

There is a hollow in the pit of my stomach
Something is brewing in my heart of hearts
Come dusk it will overflow

The fear is settling in my blood
Running through my veins
My alkaline blood turning acidic

If anyone needs me I will be in the doldrums.

The sun looks and feels as though it seeks revenge
The sweltering heat exarcabating the chronic fatigue that plagues this youthful body
All of the grumbling and screaming turning  into a silent whisper
And subsequently, a yawn
I feel oppressed by mother nature

The wind is blowing in fiery-like gusts  When it touches my face I can feel all the energy oozing out of me
Justifying this idleness

The air smells of wilted Jacaranda tree blossomings, strewn across the lawn
Which would be blissful if inhalation of these smells didn't spur on pesky allergies
It feels like the end of days

I yearn for the feeling of relief in the air and within myself when the infinite skies flare up and release the rains
And the pleasure of hearing the water murmur when it flows over the stone work in the front yard

Endurance
Endurance.