Writing

i was hooked

obsessed

for years

you were

my escape

my life

you helped

me

become visible

feel alive

valid

am i

invalid?

the last

time i saw

you

you talk too loud

too much

i try to tell

you

to stop

you dont listen

overpowering

drowning me

with curiosity

too loud

overbearing

asking too much

i dont want to to

A forest so alive, 

birds exclaiming their tune worldwide. 

By color.

By love. 

By melodies short and pleasant

they connect, 

their music effervescent.

The wind grows stronger,

Near and near.

I can hear it whistling,

Past my ear.

It fills the sails,

And steadies my steer.

What a joyous moment,

The wind is here!

The world goes on.

Continuing its orbit around the sun.

While we live in our miniature universe. 

With our miniature problems. 

When I turned five, I wished for new Barbies.

So I could play pretend on the playground.

When I turned eight, I wished for new slime.

So I could make big slime bubbles with my friends.