i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

but thats the price i pay for wishing to be live an average life.

for being ordinary.

if only there were some way to be extraordinary and live ordinary.

what am i afraid of?

i want to live,

i want to dance,

i want to sing,

i want to love

but i want to do all that in the safety of my obscurity.

this is my next hurdle.

i want to be so much better.

to live better, to love better...

to be a better person.

im still searching..

looking for the place i can wear like a glove.

i need to find that place.

once i find it,

i'll be free to take on the world.

im looking for the brightest stars

because i know the hands who made them.

but until i find the ship to take me there,

i can only watch them from afar.

my scattered thoughts,

and scattered pieces...

need a place to call their own.

i'll take them to the brightest star.

i'll bottle them in pure emotion

and tie a satin bow of time.

smooth them over with fingers of experience

and fire them in the kiln.

when feet pay no attention

and spoil them with haste

i'll bottle my silent tears away

for another rainy day.

and then i'll take them to the brightest star.

far far away.