day thirty one

silence

bike tires stopped, no cars around.

everyone wrapped up safely in houses,

i could be the only one around.

a blue sky shot through with strands of pink,

tall black silhouettes of trees,

dirty, bumpy road.

this is my world in this moment.

day thirty

500 words

only 500 words a day, 

but that's 500 to juggle around

swimming

studying

homework

and, of course,

procrastinating.

1000 words every two days.

not all that much.

and yet,

it feels good to 

finally be writing again.

day twenty nine

dreams come true

wanting to leave, to run.

it's nice here, you think,

but not the place where dreams are made.

it's a place for families, for growing up,

but not for making dreams come true.

day twenty eight

if you were here

if you were here, we'd do many things. 

laughing, playing, teasing, joking.

we'd get each other. 

it would be fun, happy,

laughter and love

in the air.

or perhaps we wouldn't do anything.

perhaps we'd just lie there and look up at the stars.

so big yet so small.

day twenty seven

a picture

a moment stretched into eternity,

a forever caught in the web of life.

everything's changed since then,

since that beautiful moment.

nothing's the same. 

i am not who i was.

you are not who you were.

but we live on in colored ink and

slick paper.

eternal.

day twenty six

music

notes fill you,

calm, 

streamlined,

neverending.

crush the dark parts down,

down,

make way for the light.

happiness. 

day twenty five

jealousy

feeling ugly and messy inside.

maybe as though someone shook you all up,

making you feel as though you were nothing more than

an old trash bin

filled to the brim with trash.