inkling

one

a knock on the door

knuckles on wood

i face you

with an aura of childish excitement.

eyes laughing, at

the tickets clutched in my palm.

everywhere and nowhere

and somewhere in between

that is where we're headed.

a chance to run away

are my words.

a decision in a heartbeat.

(a/n: please bear with me, this book is a bit of a mess in terms of when i wrote the poems. the majority of them i wrote years ago, but i want to keep them here as a representation of all the stuff i've been thinking since i started this collection. my most recent poems start at about chapter twenty nine, if you're more interested in that. anyway, sort for interrupting. thank you for reading this, please continue if you'd like to.)