emily dawn

I pretended I was climbing a castle for various valiant reasons, as the wind brushed my frame.
It was enough to make me feel important.
I didn't want to come down to reality.
I got lost in record minutes anyway.

my body is nothing more than a bucket full of emotions
swishing, sloshing, splashing
only to be poured out like dirty mop water, at the end of my purpose

I parallel the orange kitten, when I'd rather emulate the red fox.
Now: small, naive, and easily shattered courage.  Hope: graceful, astute, and sweetly brave. Although, when the right voice steadily streams through my headphones, my desire is fulfilled. In memories, I transformed when I felt a hand upon my waist or a forehead against my lower neck, a nose against my upper spine.


Songs only last so long & memories are unreliable companions.
I must find a genuine path. 
I must understand the Savior's heart.
Then, I could sleep with my white-tipped tail wrapped my sturdy, valiant frame.

i'm tired of thinking about you.

riding my bike is the only source
of purpose
of safety
of felicity

but pushing pedals won't
pay the bills
save the lost or
service the king