J_Kramer

Theres...

Something in the way you say my name.

It's... calling to me.

I can hear you speaking

Let me ask you, do you see me?

You keep saying my name

but does it mean anything?

I panicked.

Sometimes words just got in the way,

I wasn't scared.

I can't stretch words out over the abyss.

Because of me,

I ruined everything...

"You're changing," I whisper to myself.  

"So am I," whispers the wind.  

I think change is good.  

Change is the way the air cools at night.  

Change is the way I'm back at school again.  

the world is colder than before

north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and

my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),

rubbing my hands together and