Up and down My idea, breaking the rules, Although he never said not to. No one ever said it. It may have been implied, assumed that at 14 we knew better And maybe we did, But we didn’t want to.
Back and forth Vanished before they had a chance to peek, Eyes pressed to keyholes, wondering, Or maybe just asleep in front of Sopranos reruns. We were ghosts, heard but not seen, Or imps maybe, or sprites, childish troublemakers, But invisible, and unknown.
Around and around Quick feet, tip toes, running, Fast. They had to keep up. Three floors, short hallways but Long enough to get up to a sprint. I’d never been so fast, flying, A total release of energy.
There and gone Breathing heavy, She collapsed on the bed, And we all laughed uncontrollably As I danced around the room, turned the radio on And pulled out the parmesan and asiago Wheat Thins.
“I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”—Martin Luther King, Jr. (via anirabbit)