The colors of spring and winter

April 24th

Abode
Where an individual lives, a home

The bedroom of a messy individual such a unique kind of beauty
Having your closest all over the bedroom floor planning for your test show stopping outfit
Posters and art on the wall that scream this is me
Empty coffee cups made into vases
Likely unfinished projects in every corner highlighting enthusiastic creativity
Cleaning up just for things to come out more disorganized then before
Every style of decor all in one place
Sharing bits of yourself through the place you live what wonderful thing

Aboriginal
The first people to live somewhere

The first one to buy the band t shirt
The first customer at a new cafe in town
The first reader of the anonymous poet
Watching their stuffy subtlety grow more
Have others see it and enjoy it to
It's a delightful thing to see someones work turn into something bigger than them

absence
The lack of presence of someone or something

For some time I've know i wasn't born with the same set of instructions
There was definitely something there but some steps were missing
Some social normalities didn't quite make sense or were are plane over my head
It may not have be obvious but it sure felt that way
I learned and i still do even if the joke doesn't make sense i know how to pretend it does
I learned to to look like everyone else even if I didn't feel that

abstract
Strange or hard to understand

Why we are here or what we are supposed to be doing
The way we should live the way we should die
one lifetime or many more
If any of it is real at all or just in some computer
Anything I could say about these it's just a guess at best
But more likely what what i'd love or hate to be true
It's scary to not know the answer to life's biggest questions
But part of that is something beyond beautiful
Having find your own answers and all
Maybe it's not such a bad thing
If we know as the human race their would be no finding one's own meaning
We all live life the best we can each best we can being different
Each and everyone of us has our own perspective
even in one day of history
Yesterday could have been the best of my whole life
and worst one you've ever experienced
The uncertainty is strange yet marvelous

abstruse
Hard to comprehend

There is so much evil in the world and so little explanation
I can see the worst of people and never know why
It's hard to understand why one would hurt another knowling in a way that last a lifetime
We all have our moments when forget to put on someone sneakers
But I'll never understand the truly malicious
Why would you take away something from someone they'll never get back
Cutting someone but not too deep so they don't bleed out
Leaving a scar on someone's forehead so others know
So they can't look in the mirror without being reminded
Sometimes people steal children's favorite toys just to see them cry
For what reason because nobody deserves it
Maybe there's something different about the brain and spirit
No built with same blocks or instructions
Do they want people to hurt the same way they did
They know what it feels like to be burned so they throw the match at someone else
Could it be not them maybe something else
But what or who would that be and why
Does someone above me get choose who turns out a sweet fruit or a rotten honey crisp
I'll never understand why people do these things
And part of me hopes I never will

abysmal
Deep and terrible

So much of me wishes I'd know better
Known better than to step into something I'd wish I'd never tried in the first place
Sick to my stomach vomit in my teeth
Tomorrow would have been a year
March 3ed funny how we take away our own best things
I told myself that day it would it only be once
It was and it might but I worry it's not
But I worry it was more then just one slip up
I worry I'll slip back into the grip of addiction
Because when you step off you'll know how hard you'll fall until your hit the bottom
It hurts to know others did the same thing i did never came back
I feel like an idiot I think we might have slipped in the same way on the same night
But it's not to late it never really is