to repost this.
so it's like this
its like the dawn before the terrible news
before the pain sinks through your skin
and pours like the rain.
its like the smell after it rains
and the wet roads you cross to get to
that old vehicle that will take your
exhausted body home.
its how the green light
illuminates the tiny water drops
on my side window.
its like the wonder that comes
as to why the streetlights
always turn off when i go
underneath that funny shade of brown.
its like how my mind is so alert
when my body just wants to rest its bones.
its like the feeling when my face tingles.
and also when im sitting on
this bed....
staring...
at that wall with an empty space
longing for beauty to fill its void.
when my eyes are open and wide
and staring, staring..
its like not noticing when your
eyes fade to something else
full of no interest, without blinking.
its like new music in your ears
that keeps you awake in this bed.
its like replaying that
hilarious memory in your head
every time you
bump that big bruise on your arm.
its like how the yellow and red
reflects in the puddles on this dark street.
its like rain instead of snow.
its like waking up and realizing
that some dreams are just
so you can wake up with laughter.
its like feeling every inhale
and exhale and the way
your body moves in rythm.
its like not seeing all of the
letters reflecting on the street sign
but still knowing where you are.
its like laughing really hard
and not having a good enough reason.
its like the embrace of a best friend
after going so long without seeing that familiar face.
its like the thought behind
the gift that you may never have the use for.
its like talking to my dad on the
telephone and knowing his love.
its like the wafting fragrance
from the bathroom after my mom
has taken her bath
and its like the steam covered mirror.
its like glancing at the word
joy deja vu
on my headboad before
my eyes close for sleep.
its like the glitter on the
side of the highway, only
knowing that glitter is glass
from someone elses pain.
its like picking up a friend from the airport
or more so, knowing that
the plane didnt fail.
its like putting a check-mark in that
box on the list of things
that took way too long to finish.
its like knowing that hurt
does subside and the good
never really fades away.
its like learning from somone new.
its like being walked to my car
after a evening of dancing
or more so, knowing that
NOT ALL HOPE IS LOST.
it is knowing, that HOPE is
everywhere, everyday,
you just have to look for it,
search for it,
and sometimes fight for it.
HOPE is ALIVE...
