i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

of a slap in the face

let it sink,

me against myself,

be fore i drown and lose my sight

again.

the last day of school today,

but the work isn't over.

just as an official end never really signifies a real

end

for sound echoes and resonates

ever still.

even when i say let go,

my fingers drag on these surfaces.

these are days when i just want to be alone.

or back home.

away.

away from this place.

but i'm learning ever slowly

to let go

and let God

take this.

take all of this.