Writing

Reflected back at me,

I see myself through the sea.

My traits written in the stars,

I think back to the planet far from mars.

Where dreams weave themselves into reality.

A boy sat under a hazy sun, paper airplane in hand.  Words stretched along the creases, telling of a world he wished he knew: one of a golden sun you couldn’t meet the gaze of, fields full of green grass and wildflowers, and sparkli

A single spark, a fleeting breath, 

This wild, precious life, defying death. 

I'll chase the sun on windswept shore, 

And seek the truths I can't ignore. 

Bubblegum pink lip gloss

You

Chatter in your sleep to

An invisible boyfriend

You stand in a group, fake smiles hastily plastered

Over blond hair

At the mall

Only those looking were stunned silent.

Empty swing set; no laughter now.