Does your life compare to a box of chocolates,
a bowl of cherries or a walk in the park...
Swimming through sand
to drink from a dry well...
Perhaps,one day ..
when you stop...
Sometimes,
When I'm not preoccupied...
I feel jittery, like my body has so much energy...
She grew up in the woods,
never even been to the hood...
If one could turn back the clock,
Changing just a few minutes of one day...
Such confusion
and despair...
I've touched the flame of chaos
in the hollow chest...
It's not about where i am
It's ALL about where i'm going...
As I look outside and see no grass
The trees are all starting to die...
Art is the window to the soul, but what are words?
One cannot understand what another says without...