it melts open a portal for good things and flowers

i sleep with windows open i sleep with eyes wide in case you would come walkin

in case you change your mind

don't break yourself for me

i was talking about tea watering those flowers that do exist within me when i don't want to

oppress them

i need to dig into the dirt and plant some roots to go back to when i find out rainbows 

really aren't a gift 

and peace signs turn into middle fingers, where eyes are no longer clear windows to souls

that don't exist anymore

or did they ever

the black ink stains my fingers as it does the cement floor 

and the organic peppermint tea stains my insides

let me speak to you and tell you this 

when you feel frustrated or upset

and drink digestive aids and don't go on facebook 

because you may feel hopeless at the changes that continue to occur

over and overwhen you seem to be getting used to the way things are

open the journal you once wrote in and take a peek, read the words to feel how you felt

only to realize that has not changed

you feel the same as you always did but how come

if facebook can change, then why can i not?

dry grass is something not to be jealous of i can't wait for lush grass and never ending sunsets

that never seem to end

i would not mind drinking myself to death if the killer were this peppermint tea

it sets the balance of the world right

now come smoke some grass with me because this is the end of the ABC's