Building my life on dreams of sand
Forming with my own two hands
How it will look to live how I want
Determined to get it the way I envisioned.
And as waves tore away at my work
I turned my back against the wind
To salvage what I’d made
In hopes of saving a crumbling ruin.
Sitting under an umbrella outside in 80+ degree weather with a light breeze. Headphones. Cool drink. Books and notes spread across the table.
Can’t tell if I’m really studying or just enjoying being alive in this moment.
This is nice. Wish I could stay here. And not be interrupted by all that must be done. Can we just be?
A single word from your lips could break me.
I wish you would embrace me
My heart whispers, “Take me.”
You ask me questions.
I hide behind my binder
and bite my lip wondering
why you’re so interested
You walk with me as if
you don’t want to
be anywhere else
but by my side and I can’t help
asking… why me?