Gali

I can’t be the only girl 

Who thinks it’s crazy

How we live in an age

Where asking for the “I” in I love you 

Is normal? 

Because I’m the kind of girl

Childhood,

The state of being a child

Childhood,

A phase of innocence and immaturity

Childhood,

A period of pure laughter and unadulterated joy

I open it, 

Relishing the new-book scent, 

Hoping 

I can forget again. 

Take me away 

To foreign lands 

Where peace can be found 

To live is to die

To laugh is to know what it feels like to cry

To try is to fail

To have friends is to have enemies as well

The good does not stand alone

But neither does bad

There is no ying without yang

today is yesterday’s tomorrow

full of promises that linger as the sun emerges,

a warm breeze colliding against

the soft pillowy fabric of your curtains.

today is yesterday’s tomorrow

wiping tears away from swollen eyes

yet still they leaked through

a waterfall of pain dripping onto the ground

drip drip drip

day two

tossing, turning, crying in bed

hugging knees tight to chest