Are our lives only defined
by what we've experienced?
Can I think in ways
I haven't been exposed to?
Or is it like imagining
a new color:
impossible.
I want to see the world
from a new perspective
never taken before.
I want to walk alone
without having to follow
the footprints laid out
for me.
I want to be
innovative
adventurous
creative
expressive
all on my own.

Thoughts of you
come like hiccups.
Unexpectedly.
Distractedly.
And just when
I think they're gone-
I'm struck with
another.

I've always wanted to write words
that would roll off your tongue like
a raindrop sliding down your
ski ***** nose.
Effortless.
I've always wanted to write words
that would speak to the soul
of anyone who managed to
find them.
Personal.
I've always wanted to write words
that would be whispered in the
dead of night like a great secret
to be shared.
Special.
I've always wanted to write words
that would be traced at the bottom
of someone's mirror, kept to inspire
them every day.
Uplifting.
I've always wanted to write words
that would elicit a feeling so strong
they couldn't leave without a sigh
or a tear.
Provoking.
I've always wanted to write words
that one day you might read
and you would see me inside
as well as out.