writerfromva

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

I stand alone as the clouds turn gray. 

I watch as the rain starts to fall. 

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance. 

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away. 

I saw a chicken crossing the street

And said to myself

“That’s rather neat!”

So I asked him, why are you crossing here?

And he glared at me with a stare so real

Then he answered me appearing quite cross.

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” 
— Friedrich Nietzsche

I saw someone

In the airport. 

all the things i do not know about love –

the proper ways to hold someone through the storm, what to say

when a snake has shed its rippling skin and silence with it,

I wonder what kind of mind lies behind those big brown eyes,  

behind her laugh, which makes the sweetest souls swoon, 

behind her smile, infectious and sugar sweet. 

yet through it all,