Inkpaw

noises fade
into the background
as thoughts flow through my fingers
hand moving ever faster 
as phrases form inside my mind 
and wind howls 
in loneliness outside

I love the sound the wind makes

that time 
I ran away from them 
but really 
I was running from me
even though we were eleven 
and playing hide and seek
and they probably weren't going to kiss me
but what if I had stayed

bright 
violent orange  
my sweater 
on your shoulders 

soft gentle hues 
painted on the tiny 
summer flowers 

warm winter jackets 
cheeks rosy red

my little cousin was finding it hard to get to sleep this evening, so I created a story/guided adventure for her so she could. (and so I could too) it worked amazingly well.

good morning world
she says as she rises
from a blanket made of snow 
and wipes her tired eyes on a tissue made of frost 

snowflakes fall
frozen tears of the stars
sad at having to leave her side