17th Street

Peace

Independance

She had grown up being her own support system,

Grown to find that the more she held onto the hopes of other people staying was a picture she'd created in her own head.

Holding on to the ideas that people weren't temporary,

She constantly fought and arranged to please anyone she met with the confidence it would be enough to keep them in her life.

But she knew at the end of the day, when she went home to her house,

With her dog,

That she would be getting in bed to be lost in the thoughts of who was still there.

Peace

The wind blowing through the empty vacancies in my shirt,

The trees falling victim to the world around it.

I sit so high above the ground on a ledge left to my thoughts,

Thinking about how nothing has ever felt more right.

Trees Have Lives Too

Can you imagine being a tree,

Sitting at winter's feet?

Or in a spot to shade,

Living since you've been laid.

Growing up on a bare hill,

Where you met Jack and Jill.

You had acquired a friend

Who will sit and read at your end.

At night, when the light is gone,

Even with your friendship strong,

You are alone, once again,

Where you'll quietly weep, and miss your friend.

Houston

What if one day we decided to move to Houston? We woke up, walked outside and decided that the scenery around us just didn't feel the way it used to. What if we decided that maybe we would fit better there, better than we did here?