Writing

It was with a quiet sense of misery, a longing deep in her soul, that she watched the people around her.

we shall overcome,

we shall overcome,

we shall overcome one day 

and as the crowd sings

with the exception of a few dogs and a unicorn, 

You matter.

Not in a pastel poster sort of way. Not in a science teacher’s dad-joke shirt sort of way.

In a rain drop sort of way.

The rain drops don’t need to be there

Not all of them

For it to be raining.

you’re my over the rainbow / my in between months / tea and honey / from the sweetest flowers / the colors of your eyes and cerulean braces / thank you for being mine (again) / so please hold on / and don’t let me leave / again / i love you /

20,000 leagues above mankind sits an ivory tower

A tower with men and women who hold all the cards

A tower so strong not even a missile barrage could crumble it

/ i am running / and for once / i am not

dragging you with me / i am glad / and clearly /

you are not to blame /