-the first a bus ride of naps and headphones wiped from time but lingering behind brown eyes and an honest heart

- a puddle or clay next to the hottest sun melting away and then pulled away by gravity for not holding on hard enough

- giggles on cinnamon sprinkled couches ,a sandy island in a world of water uneasy like making your way over the lake on thin ice  with bricks tired

- grumpy moms and buses with no way home a rose in a field of daisies red eyed conversations turn to heart racing laps around my world

- untested weak spots and blind people walking in mine fields good intention thrown to the wind , the brightest sun covered in a haze of ice 

-hippy dogs walk trails to jealousy and get lost into eyes of head lights

-A ball of sorrow and hurt blind to the truth and numb to all but pain wrapped in white and placed upon a mantel but still cries rivers of betrayal soaking her paper lace dress

-brain surgeons playing with hearts driving cars into brick walls of miss communicated conversation and regret like goose bumps that won't go away and cold space on couches that long for Friday's