• I am in pieces
    scattered across the carpet
    shoved beneath the bed
    out of sight in drawers
    when everyone and everything seems at the peak
    I am looking up to the mountain
    wishing I had brought my boots
    every window is an opening,
    and I find myself wishing to escape
    and I find myself holding only so many hours in my hand
    trying desperately to not allow myself
    to just allow myself
    to just let
    to just
    no time

    painting my face the colors of fall
    a pair of autumn eyes.
    however, my intentions are good
    doesn't that count for anything anymore?
    a nod, a smile, a wonderful combination of the two
    the best way to lie is to change the truth