Inkpaw

she sat in an empty room
knees to her chest 
hair in her face 
nobody knew where she was 
nobody cared
she sat there
the world slowly turning without her
her sadness 
and her pain 

I love getting my hair cut
I love the feeling of my head being lifted of it's load
I love the feeling of soft caring hands in my hair
and the smell of all the shampoos and hair colors

You know that time of day
where the sun looks like it's ready to set
but hasn't quite reached the horizon yet
and your shadow chases you all the way home?
Do you know that moment where the sun touches the ground 

Your name is like stardust 

I can taste it when I say it

Your face is made of moonbeams

Sculpted into a prayer for friendship

Your heart is as full and sweet

As the ripest of berries can be