piano solo

i sit and sink into my mundane thoughts

stuck between letters and run on sentences

(i begin to breathe. just calm and breathe)

today i realized that my life 

is what i make it and if i want to cry over the beauty

my living room fireplace brings, so be it. 

if i want to dance, silly in the rain with just socks on,

just let me. i can sit in this uncomfortable body

someone gifted me or i can study the sounds

the wind makes,

                                                it's my choice.