I don’t know who I am to
ice and snow
can anyone know?
No.
Sometimes I want to talk
to the moon on Sunday nights
or sometimes after practice
I am cold
often without her
I like the way she moves the tide
I wonder if she knows
what kind of pull she has
on all of us
on everyone that she touches
I don’t want to plant something
that’s never going to grow
there is nowhere to go
but up
after low
days
that shouldn’t scare you
the way it used to
no one has a clue
count to two
before you jump in
head first
is probably not a good idea
but you can close your eyes
and hold someone’s hand
turn it around
turn it around
back to you again
if you can
again and again and again
cement softens when you speak
to it in your quiet voice
save it for the people
who need it most
spend too much time
on the West Coast
you’ll find love under
the 2nd lamppost
in the 1st Harry Potter book
in between the pages you skipped
the first time you read it
don’t wait for the moment that
laughter turns back into
dragonflies
catch things only in your hands
let some of them slip through
your fingers won’t hold compassion
the way you want them to
keep the apologies in
a glass jar
look don’t touch
if you can help it
they are better kept just out of reach
like long term goals
and the cookie jar
watch the world move
from the inside of a taxi
learn the most on days when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed what is hard now will someday be a warm up warm up warm up before you put in the work let your body be one with things that you do stay warm in airports delayer if needed take public transportation write more don’t listen to this list don’t let people tell you what to do to do to do to do do it yourself is that the most searched for thing on pintrest probably or recipes for food but never for the perfect way to love somebody or yourself that would be a better one two three four five six seven eight candles sometimes burn down at the most inconvenient times its okay its okay its okay leave out the apostrophe on days when your hands go numb breathe into them and the air around you will turn back into breath
I think
everything
is like climbing stairs
see
I just proved it
