Geri

Gilded glass, molding 
purple mist petals into 
a page placeholder.
 

Ink pen to paper 
Thoughts flowing like liquid gold 
A story is born

 

       So I follow. I follow up and down, through the sparkling evergreens, inside branches and brambles, past cabins and meadows and all civilization until we crest the top of a hill. I never see her face.

Little lonely question mark. 
Sitting empty at the park. 
What keeps you late 
past dark? 




***Based off of Langston Hughes poem Kid in the Park 
 

iknoweventuallywewilldiebutinthismomentweareinfinateinthismomentiamfree
 

It's hard to smile, 
but it's 
so much easier 
to cry.