Summer Love,
That’s why it’s called
What it is as it flames
Up so fiery with sweet
Passion and sunshine
Seen in your eyes and
It comes to no surprise
That they call it what
It is, and it is only one
Thing, not meant to
Remain, but it's always
Remembered, and it's
Sad when it ends
So suddenly, and there
Is a reason why they call
It Summer Love.

i’ll drive
if you’re in charge of music,
grab the crumpled up money in the top drawer of your dresser
and boy let’s go
up, out, and away from this town
away from the rules and the constraints binding me
to a life i don’t want to live,
let’s go
to a life i do want to live
a life with you,
rain smearing the traffic lights down the windshield of my car
music blaring through the open air
between us, the love
between us, is charged
electrified
feel the hairs on my arm stand up as
you shout my name, the trip
of a lifetime
you are
once in a lifetime
i guess i just want
a lifetime
with you.
-a.c.b

i need a break
so please take me away from here
take me somewhere far

let me forget about this life
i'm in too much pain
too much to handle
i need to breathe
i need to feel free

take me somewhere beautiful
where the sun shines down on me
and take me on a car ride
on a long open road

put the top down
so i can close my eyes
and outstretch my arms like wings
taking off and flying
i will become one with the wind in my hair

take me to the ocean
and i'll catch up with the waves
tell them how much i missed them
and we'll laugh about the last time we met

take me to a field of wildflowers
where i won't be able to leave
i'll lay down right in the middle of them
and become friends with all the insects
because just like them
i love the flowers too

take me stargazing
laying in the back of a pickup truck
with millions of stars staring back at us
we'll have so many blankets and pillows
and i will wish i could be part of the sky
so much it will bring tears to my eyes
and you won't understand that
because i can't explain
it just reminds me of how much
i want to get out of this place

take me to the forest
and i'll lay right there on the ground
staring up at the trees hoping it rains
because then
i'll feel so close to where i came from

take me to an apple orchard
because i feel like i belong
and i can't really explain that one
just know i love being among the apple trees

take me to a cabin in the middle of the woods
away from the whole entire world
and show me what it's like to love me
leave your mark on me
and i will be floating

take me to a vacant playground
and watch me swing on the swingset
reminiscing about being young
sweet nostalgia
watch me touch the clouds

i just need a break
so please take me away from here
somewhere i can feel free

I called you as a cry for help
You sat there and talked about your day as I sat in silence
I called you and you didn't listen to me, or you I guess you did, you just didn't really hear me
You could hear my heavy sighs, I know you could picture the tears running down my face
But you didn't care
You don't understand the suffocating feeling anxiety will give you
"Why are you crying?"
"Whats wrong?"
"You're fine."
I can hear you when you say these words to me
I swear I can
But they mean nothing to me
... they mean nothing to my anxiety
My anxiety doesn't care that there is no reason to cry
that there is actually nothing wrong
or that I'm fine
Anxiety will give you 1,000 reason to cry and 1,000 things that are wrong, and 1,000 reasons why you are not fine
How depressing is it that in a world full of opportunities, I see every one of them as something to overthink
I worry you'll leave me for this

I know the world is terrifying and black skies cover us all, but sometimes a small cloud of light will pass over us, carried by the breeze. The wind itself will hold the smells of tomorrow while the cloud will hold no scent, no sound. It will be but a light. In it though, we will see yesterday, dynasties past, kingdoms that rose and fell and flying cities. In this cloud you will have sat on a throne and commanded an army. You will have sat in a rocking chair and read to children while they pout, as children do. This cloud of every and no colour will call to you and pull on your soul until you forget that the sky is black and terrifying and all-consuming. For that is what a day dream is for. Now go back and make the colours invert. Make the sky golden and the clouds black. Make this world your kingdom, your dynasty. The classroom clock won't tick in the world if you make it for yourself. Make your own time and write your own world.