day thirty four

music

spiral away on the wind,

fly out in a shower of notes,

breath in a crescendo of words.

music.

day thirty three

meh

painting the world in shades of

meh,

so-so,

eh,

maybe.

a world of mediocrity. 

day thirty two

trapped

that sound of airplanes flying off into the distance,

into a sky of cloudless blue,

while i just sit here,

trapped.

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.