I stand in the gray mist of morning, stuck in a state of overwhelming tranquitily and immense despair.
In the front yard I wait, for the reliable light to come back around and break the spell of night.

There are people
within the world
that I am learning to identify

someone who feels at home
while breathing in the air
of a thunderstorm
as the flashes of light
absorb into their skin
and the rain poures onto their hearts
they feel at peace

Someone who watches the fog
slowly roling in
and waits for the right moment
when everything is engulf
by the cold mist
with no ominous feeling
only the feeling of tranquitily
that was there from the begining

someone who lays in the spring grass
and is not afraid to role down a few hills
even though
they are allergic to spring grass
they admire the blooming flowers
as their heads spin
and the rest of their body increases speed
down a steep hill
until they crash and laugh away every care

There are poeple
with in this world
I am learning to hold onto