A few strands fell onto the floor this morning...
Even more when I brushed my head.
The traumatic events of the past year...

Have left me with thinning hair.

I didn't see it coming...
Until the sink showed me today...

That everything on the back burner...
Has come out to play.

The darkness crept in and ate up the light.
Now everything seems strange.

Nothing here but a messy sight.
Of a girl who needs to change.

This piano is missing keys...
And I'm missing the music that was played on it.

Weeping willows are caressed by the summer breeze.
Where the fire flies wish to kiss the stars.

And my hand holds yours.

I never want to leave your side.
Never.

My life is just a bunch of images running through my mind.
Bits and pieces get torn in the process.
But I can still tell you most things in detail.

Much like a photograph has a story behind it…
My life is just a story.
But in this story…
There are no pages to be turned…
Although, there are a few chapters.

Isn’t that what life is though?
A living, breathing story?

My mind creates thoughts fast enough for my hands to say.
Before my mouth can even form sound.

Where the words are spinning and I catch glances.
Soon, I piece together the puzzle within each day.
I will never stop though.

We are all here to tell our story.
Even if no one is willing to listen.

We still put it out there hoping it will catch someone’s eyes.
So we can inspire.

Remembering we got inspired by someone who did it before us.

The seasons are changing.
And so am I.

You are too.

We are learning.
Growing.

Loving you is one of the best things.
Afternoons in bed are one of the great things.

Kisses are endless.
Laughs as well.

You don’t know what you do to me.

Oh lost sparrow…
My house is only of glass.
This is no safe place to nest.

That train home left long ago.
But you still sit there patiently.

My pillows have soaked up the tears.
Stained.

Never forgotten.

Lost sparrow, you must find your way home.
My heart no longer exist.
There is just a hole to see through me with.

My anger has softened like a fire with nothing more to burn.

But lost sparrow, you still bring me to tears.
It feels likes they may never end.

Your broken wings I cannot fix.
Your broken heart I can no longer piece together.

I'm sorry.

The rain softens the leaves that have fallen.
Pushing some life back into them.

Hopefully.

I’m drenched in more than just the sweetness.

A feeling of comfort.
A feeling of being understood.

Finally.

But everything is backwards.
The emotions.
The speaking of them.
Everything.

But I don’t care.

I’ll wait till spring.
Or however long it will take.

For the rain to put some life back into me.

Empty.
The room.
The bed.
Everything.

A soul searching for something more.
And leaving me behind.

But we will meet again.

That, I know.