Night.

Everyone's scared.
Nobody here is perfectly fine, a delicate frame, a fragile design.
Nothing's bigger than love.
-My Favorite Highway-

Oh, goodness. Today has been SUCH an interesting day. grasp onto that sarcasm, people. I know how much everyone wants to hear about my day, but that's too bad for today. I just want to know... why? why everything. Why do people love who they shouldnt? why is the sky grey, but still beautiful? Why are there two million shades, and I can't even discover them all? Why are people afraid? Why can't I think of anything for my ceramics project? why can't I seem to trust myself? Why is everything always better in my imagination?

any answers, people? No? I didn't really think so. But you never know.

I have 13 followers. Goodness knows how many actually READ my rants. But hey, if you're reading, thank you. Leave a comment? it totally makes my day.

I will post more poems eventually, I promise! I just haven't any good ones lately.

... And she asked me what the night smelled like. Like crisp blue october colorado days and the taste of stars. Rain, soft and soothing. it smells like the earth is breathing a sigh of relief, the day is over. Like crickets chirping and stargazing high in the mountains. that's what night smells like.