adventure

people look at me and think
reckless, wanton, foolish.
sprinting through a journey that's
apparently the reason for living.

yet i was not born this way,
nor did i change overnight.
it was a slight, gradual change
whose origin anyone can say.

others' concern becomes trivial
and the risk always outweighs reward
when you can't think of it being so bad,
even if something goes wrong.

why is it the young are
so eager to die, and
forsake an unknown future,
bountiful happiness unforetold.

buried in a mass of blankets,
a giant fluffy heap.
it was just cold enough to make
wrapping herself in all of them plausible.

the darkness of night and
sound of rain's pitter patter
provided a tranquil haven
where she could feel protected.

the sound of cars and people alike
splashing through puddles was only
interrupted by the thunder following
the lightning that lit a largely empty room.

using streetlight from the window,
and with the calming rain
and warmth of blankets as companions,
she began to read.

sand castle

he held a miniature sand castle
in the palm of his hand,
a tower shooting straight up
and magically held together.

suddenly it begins to crumble,
and all his efforts to stop it
are met with clumps of sand
falling through his fingers.

now damaged, he questions
salvage versus acceptance.
risk utter destruction of a thing,
or redefine beauty for its sake.

raindrops

my chin rests on the windowpane
as i watch the droplets race down,
some in a fierce dive lasting seconds,
others in a slow, methodical march.
i reach my finger out to touch one,
and realize i'm on the wrong side.

i reckon that i'm down to
my last couple of days now.
my bones, my heart,
everything feels heavy.

the tears are less frequent,
but they still fall on my
hands, wrinkled and sore
from a lifetime of use.

the good times dance
with the bad, happier times
intermingled with sadness,
an overwhelming nostalgia.

and so now i weep.
i weep because if
given the chance,
i'd do it all again.

and the waves roll in

and the waves roll in...
and carry me away
to an island where i sit,
alone with my thoughts.

stranded, left to contemplate
how i ended up here.
memories plaguing me
amid tormenting silence.

then one day,
when i wake,
the island is gone,
a return to normal life.

sometimes a few days,
and others maybe years
i get some small relief,
before the waves roll in...