(the art of) breath-catching.

inspired by the song "no one understands" by bayside, and occurences in my life at the time it was written.

i can't lose myself in fantasy
or music or even poetry
anymore, because you keep creeping
into my thoughts, unlocking the
closet in the back of my head and
standing prominently at the front
of my mind, showing up when i
close my eyes and disappearing as
i un-blink them.

one of the things i hate the most
is being interrupted and i'm
pretty sure that's why my mom and
i don't get along but somehow i
can't hate you for interrupting me
in the most secretive
of places.

the pops and crackles that
ice cubes make in a cold drink
on a hot day are one of my favorite
things and you helped me realize
that i don't realize what my favorite
things are until i've lived without
them for a long time.

most people call dandy lions weeds
but they're my new favorite flower
because their ears listen to my
secret wishes and they do all they
can to help me along and what
they do best is give me
hope.

when i go on walks i don't let
headphones invade my ears
because i like to be alone with
my thoughts and sometimes,
sometimes, i just can't find that
song that i need right now and
i like to make one up instead.

the willow tree's canopy doesn't
stretch to the park but it's close
enough to the swingsets that i
feel protected and when i swing
i'm moving too fast for even the
wind to catch up with me.

and when life is moving as fast
as it ever will i'm moving as slow
as a ninety-year-old woman but
i try to catch up as best i can and
that's when i know i haven't
caught my breath in a long,
long time.

Author's Note

general thoughts