Sturdy things, like the walnut tree in your backyard. Painful
things, rocks, thorns in your feet.
But water droplets too. The ones that race each other on
the windows of your car.
Your favorite restaurant, electric
lungs. Electricity for sight, and for
power. Seeing the glass half empty or
weightless. Constantly wanting the next best
girl. Questions I’ve been wanting to ask you, the ones
I never can. Feeling young and
terrified. Tales of bravery and of heroes. Birds that sing when the
green starts showing. Two horses standing alone in
a fenced-in field. Waiting for someone who lives
in the future.
— Rochelle E.