erosion

i feel as if with every pass wind the person i am
is slowly fading into the person i never knew. why
this change. why this time. i close my eyes and all
i can see is clouds. thunderstorms brewing.

grains of sand falling off the castle. time and the coming
tide are my only fears. what happened to the person i was.

the interesting. the intellectual. the intense.

can becoming an adult feel this draining. kid things get put up
kid ideas get put down. aspects of pure disappearing into the apparent.
revealing only grainy dillusions of truth.

there is no fairy tale.

we all know that. but feel free to actually believe it.
with imagaginations so vivid how can I not hope
for make believes, and fairy tales.

illusions of love and dillusions of the ever mindful future.
mindful becuase with so many endings which one will it be.


i miss music. i miss friends. i miss walking to school. i miss riding in cars.
i miss the chances to act goofy. i miss not having responsibilities.

what do i do. what do i do when i know i'm changing.

what do you do when the path that were in front fade behind you.

i miss my freshman year.
sitting in my dorm listening to music
reading books and watching the rain



i have enjoyed the rain these past few months.

the morning glazed sky resembles my feelings inside

the sky greening. clouds filling the sky. drops of rain teasing the air



i think i'll just get lost in a song for while