For two weeks I was going through a crisis
And I didn’t know it.
And no news team came to write about it.
My own self wouldn’t allow it.
It was as if my brain had a mind of its own
And it told channel 12 to beat it.
I want live and local, brain!
Now's not the time to get vocal, brain.
My brain's mind can't understand
there are moments in life
that can make you feel so undeniably alive.
Don't worry, I don't know what that means either.
But it's like those mornings seeing pale blue
blowing in from over the treeline
winding up on my white paint window sill
a bittersweet tweet reminder that the sun came back
I guess I wasn't sure it would. That morning
the stark taste of summer's last dying breath rolled-in slow, dim
Butterflies from every first day of school in my life came to
carry me to fresh crayola box exceptional essence
with 24 pristine cylinders
waiting to be tarnished by my untamed tentacle fingers
Evidently, that thought gave me enough comfort to let sleep come
Fort building, like a kid.
falling asleep in it.
Even then I hated waking up.