YWP

The world is alive, screaming and whispering with color.

Color is subtle, averting appreciation.

Color is outright, a shout against the night.

 Color is everywhere, within us, beside us,

I want to write,

To let my words pour from my fingertips,

To allow my imagination to run free,

To gift my ideas to others,

To simply put pen to paper.

I fall in love with you every fall.

Seeing your face after a summer away

sends shock waves through my body.

I forget I love you

until the air starts cooling,

until school starts again.

This is what I know to be undeniably true:  

1. No matter how much I wait or how much help I receive I still have to save myself.

2. Nobody will ever truly know me as well as I do.

Strings speak to me 

as no other does,

but not with words,

not in a world that is ridden

with so many words.

When I was young

it was

ugh... 

practice,

but now