Lulimon

Thoughts I keep and thoughts I say; it won't matter anyway. What difference does it make now that you're gone away? Days I count and days I forget; you'll feel a lot better, I bet, now that you're free. The last thing left is regret. Things I give and things I take; Counting you in my blessings was a mistake. I'll take your memory and burn it, for my own sake.

Creatures come as creatures go; they only tread the land they know. Don't dread to pass the boundary line; creatures know what's wrong and fine. They need no books or teachers or grades; they're born with knowledge that never fades. This creature birthed from the world's guts with scars on its skin like detailed map plots. You, too, are a creature but don't know it yet; when you wake up you will never forget.

I've been dreaming of snow for days. These dreams are unconnected, yet you appear in every kind of ways. They want to call me psychic but really I'm a romantic. You're next to me; I grab on to your arm. You kiss my face and you kiss my hands. Everything looks so sharp and cold but you're next to me and you are warm. I can smell the trees, I can touch the snow. The snow can't touch me, though; this is our world and we're invincible.

I'm thousands of miles away from home; two time zones separate us. Being this far away makes me wonder why people sacrifice their life, their best years, their time and their money for a piece of paper and a title and a job that requires you to get on another plane and further away from where your heart is. In 10 years' time, will I remember what I learned today or will I remember that I came home and I cried when you told me I wouldn't be back in time for the holiday parties and your birthday? Maybe someday I'll come home and you'll be there waiting and I'll tell you about my day. We'll talk about all those people in my office who don't ma

You'll remember it as the first winter you were here because it snowed early into October And you were so shocked when you saw snowflakes nestled in a pumpkin patch. I'll remember it as the winter of tears because every time I closed doors behind me my cheeks were home to a thousand crystal lines.