am still alive in love and

wide eyed in my time

I feel like throwing my cat, Stress is her name, out the window but she hissssssssssses(stresssssses) at me from behind her impenetrable bars of Powerschool.

Today I drove and listended to loud Casimir Pulaski Day. Lithe, past winds littered with mosiac leaf shards and dashing flecks of crimson and sunlight gold, the glimmering sheen of heat upon the newly frosted feilds, the eerie translucence of the flimsy, curious milkweed, growing up and losing its green. The world is no longer green, as neither are we, we were naive and young and alive and now progressed into bright hot passion pit piles of ember leaves and crinkled skin. My veins are a visible mapping on my broad palm's back. I crack when stepped on. And I am blown by large gusts of wind. But I am glowing red. And feel warmth. Slightly singed by it too.

I wish I could go to school tomorrow and take notes on everybody. I think I'd learn 329842834 more than staying up doing my homework right now.

My insides surfacing, thats what it feels like to be raw.
RAW AWE

raw gaping skeletons of people around me; I see their build and size and structure and realize we are all wired of the same veins, the same true blue blood, the same tick-tock heart and all. we just all wear different glasses

i'm lucky to be underthis same sky that held

the exhale from your first breath

like a ring on a pillow of clouds

by you my tongue may stutter

but my gift heart screams clear and swells

to burst between the wrapped lengths

of its bowed ribbon cell

little things count.