emotions fill the river & flood the land
the sky is searched,
direction for these thoughts seems limited.
the sand falls through the sieve,
revealing the gold. 
it's like friends.
friends can be mean.
so mean that thier words hit you in the face,
and fall down your cheeks.
staining white linen with salty emotions.
those friends fall through,
leaving you alone. with the gold.
i'm laying here on the grass.
the ranch noises all around me.
a hungry black calf bawling for his bottle.
a rushing creek, chasing an unknown future.
my puppy is curled inside the arch of my back.
the naive grass,
trying so hard,
yet failing to meet springs standards.
my breath is tasting this beauty.
licking up fragile moments,
in which hold grand heights of memory.
canvas sacks holding thoughts,
dripping into my heart.
laying here and trying to soak it in,
wrap it up,
is hard.
it's an overcomplicated simple.
as a child who thinks about putting every heart beat into words,
i often feel overwhelmed in a simple moment..
like laying on the grass with my puppy.
how can i bring this alive.
how can i make them understand,
how emotionally attached i am,
to just this simple moment.
no,
they will never understand.
my words will bore them.
& i will fall into a hole of defeat.
the horses lean over the fence,
reaching for my smile.
the mountains watch.
the creek continue to search for answers.
i am waiting for your letter.
- ginger
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