so im at dancing..

well...

this wanting comes in waves

like everything else that is great

like hunger

and sleep

and the rush of water

and i'm like a boundless ocean

i am in motion

peaking and drowning (people)

with heaviness 

and flight

I am Blue

I am White

iamBLACKinthemiddleofthenight

and then the phone rings and i hear

"tell me if i should give up, tell me now if i should"

and it reminds me...

with all of this wonderfulness, where in the world can i find my place...

in this bed i am trying to make. 

with only the best of wood

carving EVERY notch

each post different than the next

each feather more special

than the one before

and i wonder if there is room

in this bed

for me to ever lay down..

and relax

and maybe, cover up.

keep warm. 

and wait for morning.