Jobii

Who are you? I am the girl with downcast eyes and spiked hair, the girl with dreams outside of classroom walls and nonexistent windows. I am many things, as I am many nots. I am sunshine and grass and deep blue skies far from cement buildings and concrete driveways, far from metal engines and churning airplanes. I am one with something most don't or won't understand, touching truths into hearts of those willing enough to listen if they turn in exactly the right direction to hear me. I am words, but no voice, speaking through a language dead by those too consumed with petty distractions to realize they should really be paying attention. I am

there's nothing quite like being rung-out. when your body finally starts reflecting the bitter raggedness that exists on the inside, when thoughts, feelings, emotions start manifesting themselves in dark circles under your eyes, harsh lines at your temple, and harder ones at your mouth where it curves perpetually into a frown when no one is around. there's nothing quite like being alone. when no matter how hard you try to reach out for people, the moment they're gone echoes like a thunder-cap in your head, sounding over and over and over again warning you of oncoming storms and lightning. you know then, that the rain will start and you'll wo

when you find the person, passion, place that makes you tick and breath and sigh in a huge breath of relief and fresh air, it's hard to let it go. when you know you're moments away from stepping foot onto steel and metal pieces and jet engines that are churning without care as to the despair and creeping feeling of melancholy settling into your bones, you know in that instant that you will do anything and everything it takes to get it all back. a handful of days slips into a mouthful of minutes into a couple of seconds in no time, and the moments that seemed to linger during the time in peaceful harmony seem washed quickly away when cold rea

i'm dying to know you're still around, finding myself curled against door frames and sunk against glass panes wondering when i'll be able to suck enough oxygen into my lungs to feel like i'm actually breathing when you aren't with me. i long to press fingertips onto the center of your chest, lean an ear up against your heart and know that it still beats along with mine. i suppose i never knew how hard it would be to give you up, never knew that the water would come up past my ankles, my thighs, my torso until it was just beneath my nose and i had to fight to keep my head above water. you're someone i told myself i wouldn't fall for, wouldn't

you're like a faded picture hovering beneath liquid water, the blurred image of your face warping beneath ripples. in the stillness, if i reach out trembling fingers to touch tips to the surface, i feel for a moment that you are closer than you actually are. we're living in different worlds, separated by circumstance and idle dreams, moving as parted entities in opposite directions. yet still, we're bound by a fragile cord of truth and friendship, trust and respect. i know that i should let a laminated photo slip down into inky blackness of ocean water, but i'm afraid i will lose the tiny hold on slippery rope of acquaintance we have between

when i think of you, i smell the sweet scent of newly falling rain slicking down smooth skin, i taste the dwindling ash of a fire banked on a late summer eve, i feel the cool breeze of a charged storm's wind darting down the slope of an aching spine. when i think of you, i can't help but sense the ghost of your presence flickering out between lightning bolts in the cover of shaded trees, tricking my eyes into thinking you're nearer than you actually are. i know you're a million miles away, but with the crackling of thunder rolling through turmoiled clouds and glossing glassy windows with heavy raindrops, i can't help but feel the weight of y

my heart can't seem to recall the staccato notes to its own beat, having grown accustomed to the rhythm and pattern of yours during a time when a warm chest was pressed against a cool back. i know i once called you the sunlight, the sunshine, the warm earth and the crackling fire at the coming of dusk, but i can't help but tell you now that i think i'd only just begun to scratch the surface of who you are. my blood still seems to be skipping within the lines of my thin veins despite my heart trying to tell it all that the music that has so enlivened it has temporarily stopped playing. if i pause for a moment and think back, i can still feel

there comes a time when exhaustion and loneliness blend into one infinite being, one seamless entity of anguish and indescribable sorrow. you lay, as you are, upon a bed staring up at a darkened ceiling,  wondering silently to yourself when… when will it all make sense, when will everything fit together in the perfectness of puzzle pieces. …could the answer really be never? could darkness and the rough, uneasy edge of exhaustion really only emerge the deepest, truest feelings you have, in the blackest recesses of night, when shadows are pulled forth from the farthest corners of the mind? you can't help but ask yourself, can't help

we're two different elements, you and i, spinning along in separate worlds on different sides of the same planet. i know that if i were to reach across the divide, i would touch trails of fiery color blazing in smokey plumes drifting outward from the vibrancy of your journey. i know that, though my own colors are in hues of ocean and waves, and yours are of sunshine and flame, that they could blend into sunrise and sunset, a mix of blue and orange and gold. we're two different creatures, you and i, spiraling in separate circles with a similar tempo, one of air and one of water. i might be of feather and hollow bone, and you might be of river

you're like sunlight peeking over the edge of a propped open window sill, quietly questing into the nooks and crannies of my heart. i'm hesitantly pressing fingertips to glass, pulling shade strings to let in more of the light that i can feel ebbing from your chest and face. i don't know you yet, but i know i can feel the call of my curiosity rising to the laughter i hear in your words. you sound just like sunshine and warm earth, like the crackling of fire at dusk. i know that without knowing, i am drawn to you and i am willing to ease myself around wooden doorframes and into the path of orange and yellow rays in order to get a better look a