Life and death... well mostly death.

I drift into a room full of people.
Sad looking people.
I am wondering why they look so bleary eyed and quite frankly pitiful.  I spot one of my close friends in the crowd, I walk over to her and tap her on the shoulder, she jumps but continues her conversation with a man i have never seen before.  I say her name and she looks around like she was listening to wind.  I get frustrated and YELL her name, she promptly excuses herself and runs to the bathroom to dab at her mascara teared cheeks.
I stay and take in my surroundings, I am in a church...
I see my family all in a line talking to people i know and people i may have seen once or twice in my life but who cares...   I follow the line of my family, and see a wooden box.... I freeze.
Click
        Click......Click.   Everything snaps into place.
I run over to the casket,  Not believing who lies there... Its me.  Im not breathing,  Why am I not breathing!!!
I try to get my brothers attention but he looks forlorn and confused.  This cannot be happening i think.  Then Click, i remember now, the bright lights the beeping machines, the muffled voices.
Then the long everlasting beeeeeeep.
The realization hits me lick a stone wall......  

 I'M DEAD.

I pay attention in earnest now,  I look to see who actually came to my funeral.  wonder if i can comfort my family, think of things i never got to do because of my untimely death, but i don't have much time before the light that has been following me around completely envelopes me....
I will be fine.  No one makes it out alive anyways.

I Walk Alone

I Walk Alone, I Walk Alone

I Walk Alone, through a town of old musty buildings,  cracked windows and boarded up doors.
I cant help but think of all the doors I have boarded up to myself, all the potential i wasted because i gave the keys to someone else.

I Walk Alone, I look around there is no one around me, they became black dots on the horizon long ago, getting a head start in the next town.  I look up and see a cloudy sky, waiting to burst with rain, even the sky has potential.  It could turn this desolate desert into something...  I look down and see sheet music,  scrubbed out dusty words, never sung.  Its too late now, they are unreadable.

I Walk Alone.  I look to the side, i see a reflection of a sullen face in a cracked window, I want to ask if they are lost and alone like me but they turn their eyes down, I notice a list.  Its a list of names,  people I havent thought about in ages, names I threw away because I thought I was fine by myself.  But now I
                                                                                                                                             Walk
                                                                                                                                                       Alone.
I Listen... SiLeNcE.  I never knew silence was quite so loud.  The desolate wind rustles my hair.  I am stepping over photographs now.  Pictures of places i have only dreamed of going, people i only dreamed of meeting, foods and smells and feelings I never experienced.  I reach down to try and salvage the scraps, but too late, the wind carries them away to others who will do something with them, showcase the photos on their walls of their pretty houses with their pretty lives.

And me i will just stay here in this lonely town because... I
      Walk
                               Alone.....

I'm Thinking about You

I'm thinking about you like a hooked fish thinks about water, like a key thinks of its lock because its the only one that fits, like rain thinks of rainbows.  I'm thinking of you like laughter thinks of tears, because isnt that laughters ultimate goal?  I'm thinking of you like a letter remembers its sender but looks forward to its receiver, like flowers think about blooming, like stars think about shooting, I wish they would start shooting because I'm thinking about you and I need a few extra wishes to get me through.
                                                        I'm never not thinking about you.
                                                                               

What is Love?

Love is hot chocolate
Love is many different shades of the same color
Love is an old comfortable pair of shoes
Love is when everything makes sense when nothing should
Love is looking through a rose colored glass
Love is tears of laughter streaming down your face
Love is a book full of blank pages, waiting to be filled
Love is glue it gets stronger over time
Love is lost & found
Love is like a swing, with its ups and downs
Love is like a box of chocolates, ya never know what your gunna get