9/1/09

[sunsetbuttons]

Whenever a plane that rumbles through the sky

passes over my position, I imagine it is

flying towards my homeland where I was taken from long ago

by God and born into this location.

Young women that write poetry of wide spaces

do not belong here. For even these lines my soul releases will be interpreted

as some plea for understanding. But it is not

Comments

[chemicalscene]

Did you write this?

[sunsetbuttons]

Yessss ma'am.

[chemicalscene]

I won't lie; I'm very envious that you can write like this. I remember back when writing used to be my thing, but it looks as if you've completely stolen that from me, huh? (Not a bad thing...)

I think you've found your niche. You're so lucky to be able to express things so beautifully.