Poetry

i dreamed of the windmills again - 

four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains, 

whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas, 

To live in the moment 

is to really see 

to really feel the world around you 

to live in the moment is to capture the glow of a camper's hair in the sunlight 

Things sound different at midnight, 

the dark is so much lighter, 

 the noises so much louder. 

Every creak causes a jump. 

The way we can laugh

The way we're so at ease

The way I can't stop looking at you

The way I can feel you

Next to me

Like I'd be happy wherever I can have this

The way we can grab each other's hands

I'm not scared of the dark

I don't trust it

I don't trust what it could reveal

I'm not scared of the dark

I'm scared of my mind

I'm scared of the games my brain plays 

I'm not scared of the dark

The stillness,

before the clouds collide and

the thunder and lightening starts.

The moment where the city 

seems to stop all its bustling

just before a storm.

The couple of seconds that

There's a rope swing

all the way back in the woods.

I forgot it was there.

I took you there,

do you remember?

Yesterday we read quotes my mother kept from when my sister and I were little.

The car spun 3 times

before crashing into the barricade.

Our car.

We were okay, me and my family.

We were unscathed.

Thank goodness.

It was all a blur.

It might as well have been a dream.

severus snape knew what always meant

he knew the weight of it

he understood it

"after all this time?"

"always."

always

something so powerful

with such weight

so profound

the road turns slow past the fields

stone crackles under the tires like a voice i forgot i missed

i lean forward in my seat holding my breath

because there you are

just past the trees

We didn't know the guy 

in the truck 

who's that guy? 

my sister asked, 

and I wondered if city people 

expected to know everyone 

they saw around town. 

You’re my best friend

You’re always there for me

You support me constantly 

And understand

In ways no one else could

We met in 8th grade

Introduced by a mutual friend

Whom we now both despise