I haven't thought about love for a while

whispers of broken dreams crawl into the cracking walls I call my heart.
I've tried to fill it with
                          red balloons
                          peanut butter
                          wind
                          touch
                          work
but the cement never holds.
I'm ever-turning towards your endless gaze like a sunflower that worships the sun and
I think you are burning me and I think it hurts.
Caress my wilted fingers between your palms and speak nothings onto my cheek,
carry me down the sloped hills we call adventure.
I've been consumed by love and fear and everything between and
I can't catch up with your rough, calloused soles.

The fireflies are the prettiest and they are the easiest to catch. I would imagine them quick, but they lumber on with the weight of a protective light. They are easily snatched from among the leaves of sleeping branches and caught between the chubby fingers of the little ones, captive until their dying days.

I'd tell you how to catch me if I knew how. I'd tell you how simple it is to hold my careless gaze and read my mind-waves washing onshore my face if I knew where to find you a snorkel. Smiles always frighten me but eyes tear me away from reality.

Really I would imagine running away from the world and all of its distractions into salty air with your calloused hands and soft eyes nightly, if my dreams would allow it.

Happiness is junk food all week and ice cream for every meal.

Happiness is not feeling addicted to the internet for a week.

Happiness is becoming a rugged adventurer and living in the mountains for a day.

(because any longer than that may have driven you insane.)

Happiness is a 72 in bowling and a good date.

Happiness is running three miles in the rain and breathing in every moment of it.

Happiness is shopping for things you don't need--straw fedoras and indian shoes.

Happiness is finishing Mosiah and taking on the challenge of Alma for the ninth time.

Happiness is sitting by a projected fire and knowing you got asked to prom.

Happiness is chocolate chip pancakes and whipped cream.

Happiness is mostly getting your homework done. (mostly.)

Happiness is remembering the two checks you haven't cashed yet.

Happiness is when the baby goes to bed. On the first time.

Happiness is watching old western movies and roasting cheerios.

Happiness is finally getting over him. (Maybe?) (Definitely.) 

Happiness is reading in a bubble bath without stress.

Happiness is the temple on a friday morning.

Happiness is finally getting out of your routine

Happiness is spring break.

Happiness is when spring break ends and you go on tour in five days.

Happiness is me today.

things on my mind