Of Sleep Deprivation And Stories

The sky is blue and black
Like a bruise

We speak of catastrophy
And dopamine
As if our lives have ever
Made sense

Just the wanderer and the fool

Too similar for words
Pairs of flowers in a daisy chain
Too different to be the same

This is the night
Beneath this blanket
Sky the color of home

And we are wild in the shade
Subdued in the dark
And in a constant state of morning

We the wanderer and the fool

Embrace
As if
This was the instant we knew
We were the memory

Sunsets in Southern California

I remember being young
Laying on your bed and kicking up my ankles
In the warm, lazy California air

I felt like I was swimming in sunlight as the Counting Crows faded into the background

I can still smell books and colored pencils
I so vividly remember Scrabble tiles and dictionary debates

That place in the sun is what I wrap myself in
That moment so green is where I meet you

Between the universes

Lockets and Wind Chimes

I want to give you something more
Than
My awkward speech patterns

I want to offer you
The stars in my eyes

But for now
I give you
Lockets and wind chimes

I want to say I love you
With something you can hold
So that if you reach for me
You will know
I am nervous and lost
In speaking a love language
Yet I try to sing for you