yellow socks.

The sun pours directly into my soul and if the sea could fill my veins the ocean would course through me. I am a mixture of songs and sounds, of birds and burns, a mixture of all the things I want to do, and all the things I should be doing. I am honey, water, vanilla and sometimes pure salt, but I love so hard and so does my soul. I am freckles and freedom and I need a warm hug even on the warmest of days. I am never bored, always on the run and sometimes too scared, but mainly not scared enough. I both expect and accept too much, sometimes my heart hurts, but I am art and my life is a miracle. And so are you, and so is yours.  Yours truly, Me, and the sun. 

My mind is humming like a song on repeat, A song that keeps yelling 'would you just go to sleep', But when I'm exhausted and tired, My brain won't press pause, The reason I don't need it, is also the cause. There's this song in my head and I don't know how to sing it, I can't play it or write it, and I certainly can't beat it. It likes to come up in the worst of worst times, When I need to sleep and rest and close my eyes. The song in my head is singing so loud, I toss and I turn, But I can't get it out. It's love and lust and hurt and joy, It's like life on repeat, Playing me like a toy.