Overcast today

Cloud's eyes watching me again

Rain on me, ill stay.

Does anyone really like it at the top?
For one, it's too high.
It gets too much sun.
And there is always a chance of mutiny.
Ill settle for some shade.
I can't be last though.

She told me, "just wait. If he wants, he'll call you back."
But why should I wait around all day for someone who cannot seem to take a few moments out of their day to say hello?
I do not have time to waste on those who do not have time for me.
I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not.
I'm too busy to keep thinking that we "could've been" something.
I'm just too busy to think about you at all.

Im not capable of drinking
while walking,
or reading while in motion.

But I can write a sonnet ,
ode to you,
with my eyes closed,
left handed.
I can fall deep in love
with you repeatedly,
on a day when the world is crashing,
and my heart is outside of itself,
begging to beat again.

Its impossible for me,
to move my body with no rhythm.
And forget about staying inside the lines when I color.

But I can describe the lines of your face to a blind sketch artist for fun.
I can play back in song the sound the phone makes when I dial your number,
because its the only one I know.

I can't do many things,
you see.
But I can paint this page in love letters and cross my fingers,
hoping you'll read it.

"Mom, why do you put that hot sauce on everything"?

"Because I like the flavor that it gives to most of my food."
"Do you want to try a little bit"?

"Ok."

(spit) " yukkk, it's too spicy and hot!"

"I know" (laughing)

"Do we have any cold sauce"?