if home is where the heart is.cool wind blows past mei still taste you on chapped lipsas the miles fly by
these small momentswater trickles from strands of flaxen hair,beads on pale shoulders and flowsdown knobs of spine, over smooth skinto pool on the floorjewel drops form on eyelashes,dashed away with a blinkdelicate hands draw patterns in puddlesas veins trace designs on white wristssomewhere, this moment lives forever
dreaming.in my dreami am walking in a gardenat one end of the pathstands a tall figurea person mostly unknowna step in his directionbrings laughterbubbling through mea smile touches my lipsi want to go closerbut i can't step forwardat the other enda form intimately familiarawaits my glancea step back toward himbrings peacewashing over memy troubles melt awayi want to run to himbut my feet refuse to movein the centeri remain frozen, alonemy own heart in tumulti sink to the groundwith sorrowrushing through mei cannot calm my mindin my dreami am sitting in a gardenand winter is coming
facesanother boybeautifully brokenis sprawled on my floorthough they are deephe wears his scars proudly,holds his head highsometimes i wonderwhat he left behindwhen he took up this lifesometimes i wishi could see his true facebut i know i shouldn't askinstead, i help him forget
mississippishe is somewhat of a throwback to earlier times, one who could have easily lived centuries ago; a quiet girl who favours dresses and is learning to play the lute. she lives in the city, a flower in the concrete jungle, lovely and fragile. it is a drain on her spirit, but she is determined to thrive there.on sunday mornings, she walks. sometimes she wanders the streets, but more often she finds herself by the river. she believes that in its own way, the river is a god. given time, it can shape its surroundings to its will. it can both give life and take it away, and in its rushing waters she sees eternity. so she stands on its banks and contemplates the world.on sunday evenings, she lies to her mother.she invents sermons, rattles off bible verses memorized ten years ago when she still cared. she hasn't been found out yet, and sometimes she is surprised.other times, she thinks the river is looking out for her.