cracks in the desert
well i’m still here
seeking change and counting numbers.
singing along to childhood tunes
and quoting scenes i never want to forget.
looking to photos for inspiration
jotting and pouring
out.
letting too much in. taking too much
on.
can i stand on the mountains?
i want less.
i want more.
i want wide, open spaces.
you.
a new feeling.
i want the cracks in the desert.
when so much of us is who we’ve been,
you’d think we’d learn who we are.
for now, i’ll settle for contentment,
ease, and a story.
but please, no more cracks in the
sidewalk.
02/14/2012 00:44
