Writing

Rain.

Laughter.

Smiles.

Swimsuits and twister.

Getting soaked just for fun.

This is girlhood.

This is happiness.

This is freedom.

What is "Normal"?

We have all asked ourselves this question before, but have we ever had a clear answer?

"Normal" isn't real but is also everything around us...

"Normal" is different for everyone.

Gentle waves curl over themselves

Like blue and white ribbons

Twirling together to captivate the eyes

The sky is in flames

Shades of orange and red

Reach through the blue

My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.

This morning before the other humans had stirred,

I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,

and saw the irresistible rain.

Now my watch doesn't tell the date.

I don't

Open at your words

Your touch

I don't

Listen to

Anyone anymore.

I am completely in my head.

I know we don't have time for this mess.

I do it anyway.

I don't

Pay attention.

i hope that you rest easy as the world

tumbles down into fire

for you did everything you could

& we didn't do enough. it was never

your fate to carry the failures of

common sense & education, but now