9.11.17

I remember little from when I was little.
You watched me grow.
You sure remember more about me than I do.
You tell me stories about myself and I listen intently,
discovering new things each time.
With every silly catch phrase and habit I once had,
I was me.
I was as me as I am now.
So I hear that I was shy and sweet.
I went through a stage where I referred to everything in the past
as “yesterday” even if it took place a few hours prior.
I ate pasta every day,
I didn’t share my feelings much,
And I had the biggest eyes:
eyes that took over most of my face.
Those eyes:
still mine,
still bigger than they should be,
but they once saw the world in a much different way:
a way I will never remember,
but you always will.
-Yesterday

6.02.17

I am your favorite organized mess-
always focusing on the “wrong things”
but the wrong things seem right-
right now.
So,
I will wonder and dream
until my eyes reflect the hues of twilight.
I will jump off cliffs
hoping my free falls turn into flight.
And one day:
some day,
I won’t hit the ground.

-unless my dreams kill me first.