Kittykatruff

I stare out at the city skyline:
a melting yellow sun 
behind skyscrapers,
hints of pink and orange
shimmering in the distance.

Soon, the sun is gone
and darkish, gray-blue ink rushes across the canvas
of the sky,

Every time a raindrop falls
someone's swept away in a river of tears;
The clouds mirror their mixed emotions,
lightning is their scattered fears,

The winds all rise in harmony
to wreak chaos on calm stability;

One of my greatest fears
is being lonely.
To have no one 
who understands me,
or to listen as I 
ponder my deepest thoughts.
I am lucky. 
My friends know me.
even if they do not understand

I'm sorry I've been gone so long—
I've been so busy, you know time flies.
With work and outside interests
I haven't had any time to rest.
But today as my fingers mechanically typed
I noticed the reflection of the pink, yellow,

Around, around, around
words surround me like a song;
the beautiful dissonance
sounds both right and strangely wrong—

Parts of conversations 
fly as mosquitos through the air,
their insistent whines knocking

When I read a book
I feel the words rushing through my veins.
Every syllable, every sound,
is music to my mind.
Parts of the plot
Weave around each other
as melodies intertwined.
Each character becomes
a piece of me: