Knocking.

When love knocks at your door,
just breathe, relax, & let it in.
Because being afraid of happiness is complete nonsense.

Horse.

 

I used to be so wild and free.
And now I’m just a broken horse.

Ode To Music

 

Hand out the window: free and dancing.
Melody from the speakers: velvet in half notes.
Birds above chase the car metal below.
Body restrained by car frame.
Heart restrained by chest.
We never felt more alive;
never more able to live.
Eyes closed and conversation only between speakers;
All else remains silent, for silence’s sake.
Summer’s warm breath draws us close;
lacing its delicate fingers through mine.
Drawing a slender fingertip down my jaw;
whistling its hollow melody into our ears.
With a simple change of song, we’ve found ourselves.
We found our reflections beneath those feathers above.
We found our heartbeats in the meaning of a song.
We found our life’s story in the meaning of lyrics.