Writing

A girl stood alone

on the edge of the world,

scared to fall,

but somehow she could not leave

Her heart pounding,

Her chest screaming,

I have this little balcony

On the second floor of my house

My big white house

With gold fixtures

In this town in sunny so cal

They say the eyes

Are the windows to the soul

Stained glass

Of brown and green and blue

I look into her eyes

The eyes that match the color

From the moment you are born you enter into a world outside of all that is safe and cozy. Thrust upon lands. Joining a world of thought known only when you are at peace with your being.

Everybody fears death

Until they’re already dead

Left for the people who hunt the weak and support the strong

Am I wrong?

I’ve heard it all before

It is wrong for me 

to want to hold you close

and tell you that it'll all be okay,

even if I have no way of knowing

if it will be?