ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

marshmallows cracked black 

with gooey innards showing like majestic guts

sickly sweet and soft like a lullaby

drawing me in with the promise of joy

I'd survive on an island, 

Just me and my thoughts. 

I wouldn't be as lonely as you'd think.

I'd keep myself company

With merely three things:

A candle, paper, and ink.

In quiet isolation,

Who would have thought 

That flesh and skin

Could portray how I feel 

And shape how I think so perfectly?

Every song has a story

Every song has a vibe

A feel

A fleeting moment attached

As children we are taught God was the big man in the sky

He who watches over, tall and overbearing

Thorns stapled to his head and bleeding, he was resurrected for us

She fell to Earth, coating the land with a soft hush

For one short month, in between, she embraced her long-lost lover, Autumn, until their time together came to an end and he departed from her icy arms.