Writing

Primal screeches fill the air

The carpet below you rubs, burns

And a long-haired woman stands 

before you in a too-small room

pink walls plastered

with thick sheets of paper.

tapestries hung by

tiny sharp nails.

shelves stacked with

meaningless old trinkets.

sparkles of light adding

Come on, this'll be fun!

Just put your hand on my right...

Oh how I wish I could love 

you past reality's breadth.

As we conceal under our 

it's 3 A.M.

and with

flickering shadows,

my vision

seems to blur.

it's 3 A.M.

and the moon

I decided I was in love with you

before I knew what love was.

I had never felt true love.

I mean, I had felt love.

I had loved my family,

the color pink, music.

My younger cousin put it best, I think.

"Spring is my favorite season, because it has a little bit of everything!"

Rain, sun, clouds.

Cold, cool, warm.

Melting snow.

Yellow daffodils.

Baby birds.