Sunshine

Sunshine, fair weather friend
and ally when tensions
are high. We both know that I
only have to step outside
and breathe, where you
are there to comfort me.







Small and necesary. I always felt that I have to keep a balance in my writing, like if I let myself write too many negative things then I'll just explode. Which is a perfectly reasonable theory, in my opinion.
Anyways.
I love the sun.

Tease

the way the sun slants through the windows,
gracefully soaring and warming
the air as it passes.
unburdened by classes for a little while,
the feeling on the sun smiling down
on me is incomparable. but oh, when
school starts up again, that same sun
will be unbearable. teasing me with freedom
just beyond the
walls; illuminating just the clock,
so i can see how
slow
time
crawls.
and yet no matter
how i'm tortured, when i step outside
all my sighs melt into laughter,
and all my cares hang out to dry.






I can't be the only one that feels like those perfect spring/summer days love to come out while you're in the middle of class, and hang out outside the window so that you have to try really hard to concentrate.
I can't.

Want

I want the sun to soak into me, absorbed
by my pores and poured
into my soul, the energy of light
used to power my life. I want
to lay in its rays like
the laziest cat, stretched
in a patch of soft warm grass. I want to bask
by the pool and on the hillsides, too:
Spring and Summer, please come soon.






Today I enjoyed the sun.
I'm so excited.