Forgetful Me

Sometimes I forget.

How you and I were

How we are now

How much we've grown

How far we've come

How funny it was

How beautiful it's turned into

How you answered your phone

How the distance hurt

How empty it felt

How quiet we were

How loud we are now

How sweet I was

How awkward you were

How sweet you turned out to be

How awkward I've become

How we share everything

How we lose nothing

But I'll never forget...

How much I love you

A little more than yesterday

A little less than tomorrow.

Not Alone

I am leaking water from the tips of my carmel hair wondering why I feel dirty from the shower I just took. Frozen; frozen somewhat in time but mostly in feeling. Where do I belong? I drag myself over to the TV or computer in hopes that I might be able to drain my outrageous thoughts into the realm of reality shows or click through the mind numbing photos on a social networking page. Why can't I feel anything? Numb. The distractions work for awhile but bring me to the conclusion of nothing. I learned-nothing, improved on-nothing, spent time doing-nothing and now I feel like I accomplished-nothing.

I step outside. I feel the warm breeze. It's ironic how soothing wind is. My arms take afloat and reach for freedom and my heart breathes in. Imagining how huge this world is, how many people are in the world and how many others are on their porch wondering the same thing. I am here. And I am just like you.