I f I was to hold you up to the sun with all your frailty,

would you melt as quick and clean as ice-cream on a june afternoon in texas?

If I was to hold out my hand and ask that you and I spend some quality time just listening to each other breathe, would you pick up on the subtlety?

I can't remember the last time I had faith that the small things that bring me glee were actually looked at as signifigant by this human race.

I feel like a rollercoaster car, who has derailed and wants to escape.

 Give me the subtle and the beautiful; the quiet and the content, because it will be a long time until I am handed something this ancient again.

I am afraid that we all are guilty of pursuing a life that is for all intents and purposes loud, crude and played with a distortion pedal.

Give me whole notes and crisp sound instead.

I perfer the symphonies of birds to any car stereo.

I perfer the bass notes of ocean waves to any club night.

If I jump up and down in circles will you understand that I too believe that I can break the spectrum of gravities still white pull ,and fly?

Or would you, like all the nonbelievers simply shake your head and mumble fiercities under your breath?

Some kind of soothing mantra for normality.

Hoping that in the swirling shaped air around your lips that you too can cast me away. Send me away with a message. Glow winds blowing.

A small whisper

"This is all there is."