my eyes danced along the ice

watching the cracks spread with nervous excitement

it’s been frozen a long time, but I’m not afraid of the depths

the faint whistle of a mockingjay prompted me forward

further from the bank and closer to your center

one more step should do it

submerge me, lest I never understand what lies beneath


chaos is the sculptor of beauty

the glistening snow hiding cracks in the asphalt

I tried to find my way home

but everything looked different

memories flood to me every morning

they’re gone by sundown

a life of fleeting moments to try and hold on to

I used to be glad I had a poor memory

but now I don’t want to forget you