my feet are (once again)
laced into my well-worn converse
my top half clad in the familiarity of
a soft grey hello kitty sweatshirt
& my pocket contains
one loved mp3 player
whose headphones are joyfully singing
songs that remind me of spring

(i feel like me again)

& i don’t know
where this happiness is from
& i don’t know
where it’s going to go
but i’m willing to follow

2/12/08