I'LL BE AROUND

Thoughts are crazy, twisting, turning
Softened hearts are wild and churning.

I don’t want to go to Prom. I want to stay home and stare at patterns in the ceiling. Play some Killers and day dream about all of the lifetimes I’ve missed.

I think about my future and it soothes my present. I think about what’s about to come and it helps me out with what already has.

When it’s windy outside, I close my eyes and shape out the thick branches of pine trees thrashing against one another. I can see stormy nights and heavy clouds and a wary, eye-like moon. Then there you are - a bird stuck in suspension, gliding against the wind current. A peaceful creature sheltered within the stoic confines of a tree trunk. You are safe, I think. The turmoil reaches you, but only vaguely (as the sun buffets Antarctica, as clear darkness breaches day, as my thoughts intersect yours). You are safe and so I am safe. It’s this thought that follows me into sleep.

I love everything and everyone universally. I think maybe some people mistake this love I have for no love at all.