December 2010
"Come, Sunlight" →
You turned to me, the vivid green It lit your eyes, the skies, the trees You said, “My darling, flee from me The dark is coming, I am weak.” I stood to ground, you held my eyes We watched bleak death brew in the skies The wind — it ripped, and tore, and blew Through shrieks I swayed and turned to you. “Who will love you? Who will fight Back the demons in the night? Who will whisper songs of day...
Christmas
wake up and realize it’s Christmas morning
walk down stairs
make my way over to my stocking
see santa ate the cookies and rudolf ate the carrot
sit in front of the Christmas tree and stare at all the presents
Run around the house and realize no one else is awake
realize its actually 5 in the morning and I have to wait 2 more hours before i can open some presents
walk...
