ninestars

What used to be my everything 

has now turned into what feels almost like a burden. 

I’m currently being serenaded by hammering from my mom’s bedroom upstairs. They're still working on that bathroom. You know, the one that was supposed to be done last month.

Well, two months ago, actually.

When I try to tell you about it 

you act like a clown. 

You just want to see me happy 

and I'm just trying to make you proud.

But whenever I try

it's another brick to the clouds

Lying awake at midnight, watching as each blade of the fan spins around, one by one. My bed absorbs me as I think, "hey, maybe I should write something".

golden like the sun

blooming in the spring

till they turn to fuzz

flying in the wind. 

what our parents call weeds

what we called flowers when we were young. 

seems like such a sweet song