My bookcase has books about stories –
stories about things – things people wrote.
free
If I am down, will you be, too?
Can we go without judging?
Can we be true to ourselves?
Without the dark, there is no life!
Down the street,
not one house is the same.
During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
The boy got in his car
and drove really far.
