it's been a beautiful process in my mind
up and down and up and down
middle ground and middle ground
tired wet lids, smile lines still show
sometimes i feel like a little version of myself
not in size but in smarts and ability
but then i remember, thats just crazy
i am just crazy.
maybe i haven't been there
or here or where some have been
but my road is still long and my feet still have
little marks, little walks, little shows
maybe my finger tips lack the knowledge
maybe my grins are naive. maybe
but i cant let that stop my days
or push me into a square, walls far from recovery.
isn't this more than miles on a mode of transportation
eyes that have seen me, hands that have touched
words that approve of me
move me
moments that come and go?
i am just crazy.
i like to sleep, i like to meet, and greet
i like to awake, to escape, and to make
things
oh how pretty i seem to myself
when i am free, when my heart is warm
like in sweaters, wrapped up in sweaters
you wont change your mind about me
i am just crazy, i am just little.
i want to know the world and it's people
i want to memorize places, faces, spaces
where i can stay the night.
but even more so, i want to memorize your face
your words, your deeds, fulfill your needs
i want it to be natural, simple
but just when it becomes effortless
i want to work, to smirk, be your quirk
that little quirk that makes you, takes you
i want to make a choice one day, and never look back
love every day to it's fullest
and live at first glance
hands up in the air, i surrender to this
days that are left upon my chest
what's mine is yours, is ours, for hours
this is comfort in some words
like in sweaters
wrapped up in sweaters.
-me
