Will you stop
aiming for the stars
just because they're
too high?

And it was one of those kind of days.
Enjoyment of the little things.
She filled both my hands.
My mind at ease,
She was very good at stuff like that.
Warm to the touch, my hands snug around her.
The way she smelled was life itself.
Flooding my nose with endless memory.
Deliciously swirled & tasted.
My insides fluttering in thought.
No longer empty but filled by anticipation.
This was the kind of weather she was made for.
Jeans, sweaters.
Lazy days to throw any old thing on and lounge around.
It was one of those kind of days she filled my mug,
My hands with hot chocolate.
Her being the very chocolate that warmed my soul

Of all things
Just because

Today I brought a card and a red satin ribbon.

Upon checkout I looked around in case I saw anything else that might

brighten your day.

I told myself that when I saw you.

That I would give you the card first.

And if that didn't work.

Then, and only then would I take the red ribbon, tie it around my head.

And do the first silly thing that comes to mind.

Just because

I bet you will smile.
after this next sentence, you'll see.
That this was about you

They were
                 tired
                 quite young
                 adults
climbing the mountain of emotion. Tired.

But before that

They were
                 tired
                 always hardworking
                 students
climbing the mountain of success. Tired.

But before that

They were
                 tired
                 still excited
                 children
climbing the mountain of discovery. Tired.

But before that

They were
                 tired
                 keys tapping
                 quietly
climbing the mountain to poetry. Tired.

I cling to the chase, the hunt, and the thrill
I aim for the catch, and always land the ****
I try to keep my heart perfectly still
But instead I end up feeling tired and ill

I hope for the best, and plan for the worst
I hold up the ends, and I carry the curse
I cut all the ropes, and crawl into my hearse
Just waiting for the day my bubble will burst

I travel through time inside of my brain
I spread my disease and dismount my disdain
I contradict myself because I am insane
I'd rather be crazy and rotten, than plain

I'm in all the air that you breathe to survive
I fly through your mind, it's what keeps me alive
I feed off your thoughts, and your internal drive
I'm a parasite who needs your brain to thrive