nothing can stop me from falling, it’s inevitable
i’m not falling anymore, i’m healing.
Filed under: Autumn | Tags: Amy, dancing, father hungry, happy, moving in, recovery
like a new pair of jeans
fits right
feels nice
like a bottle of diet ginger ale when my belly aches
fixes things
settles them
it’s the calm after this storm of a year i’ve been waiting for
feels so good that i’m in bright red hot shorts, bright blue velour track jacket, and a red and black lumber-jack hat — and i feel pretty
cleaning unpacking breathing
making sense of my fucked up world
everything’s going to be okay
and i’m sorry
always father hungry
call me crazy, or just call me tomorrow
i’ve got a plan we can both get lost.
take my hand – come with me
you’ll see
my world is different.
here, we get shooting stars not chocolate bars
it rains flower petals instead of tear drops.
nothing hurts, just new things learned
on this never ending trail of laughter
your world is dark, and different is wrong
if i go there..ill be like an orange
in a city of pears.
dont worry about me
i’ll swim in the sea with birds and fly with the fish
