Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Five Dead Poets.

Things that keep me going:
The laughter I share with new friends at school.
The shining people at youth group.
Playing flute in the dark.
Playing loud chords on the piano.
Sad music in my bed at night.
Baking new things like French meringues.
Spinning circles with my hoop.
The humming of the heater as the wind blows outside.
The pittering of the rain when it hits the kitchen skylight.
The poetry I can catch that flows from my hands.

There must be something ahead of me.

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