Writing

Standing in line

For your bags to be checked

Sitting around

For the plane to come

Shuffling in the plane…

You open your eyes.

Beauty.

A giant resort,

Surrounded by trees.

I dig a hole into the ground

To get to my old height

So maybe all my childhood friends

Would speak in more than just short texts

Before I knew they talked behind my back

I gather rocks and stones

The clouds churn in swirls, grey and dark. A sorrow that befalls the earth, mourning something deep and untold. A tear rolls down, cold and bitter and I weep for the misery of this darkness.

There once was a town,

Or well, a place

Where children danced and played games like people in another place.

They ran jumped and hide and laughed 

Well for some who were there. 

A glossy face

To cover disgrace 

Sometimes even with events

Sometimes leaves a bigger dent

I don’t need it

And neither should you

Because even with it

You’ll see right through 

savor companionship,
for if it gets lost in a foreign sea,
the world turns gray, 
dark and bleak.

savor companionship,
for if it gets frozen in time,
the world might catch on fire,
and the pain won’t subside.