i sat on a vacant fallen tree. my jeans stuck to me by the damp moss on the log. i sat and watched the birds go by, the wind rustle the leaves, and in the faint background, a truck on the highway every once and a while. the crisp january air felt harsh on my already soar throat. the sun now slowly came through the trees with a faint golden glow outlined in fog. i waited until my hands were numb, my feet soaked, and my checks red from the wind. i sat there waiting for you, and you came, and warmed my soul. what happened to that?

this is tonight

i am a child stripped of all their beautiful innocence and joys. i am the animal stuck behind bars for no reason and no family to love or be loved. i am the one sentenced to an overwhelming white and bare room. i am bound by love. and free by choice, but my choices are canceled and numbered. few and far between, what i have enjoyed, and my outlets have one by one been taken. i am nothing more than a shell, with one goal, to get out. this cannot be broke. the circle cannot be broke. all is disrupted and everything breaks. this is tonight.