I miss you pulling on the threads of my collar;
all she does is stretch out my shirts.
Ridiculous requests were met, reinforced by
your puppy eyes, and you looked so innocent-
hers, at best, inspire slight pity,
And I used to fall to my knees reciting poetry of your beauty;
she does not know I speak in rhymes.
there better be firebending in heaven
As long as there’s airbending as well. And flying bison…
but most importantly: fire bending
I wouldn’t call them dreams because that implies they might not be reality, and I wouldn’t call them goals because they’re so much grander.
WANTED: Under thirty and profound. Amazed by sunflowers. Able to keep houseplants alive. Aware of, but not paralyzed by, the mystery and sometimes meaningless of life. Aware of, but not overly-convinced of, the miracle of humanness. Fond of the feeling of fingers grazing over one’s shoulders….