cut out

kind
film
lights
across
her hand
decide gradual
interpretations
to end up
just or comfortable.
aching
breathing
being
different,
forgotten rules
between hope and focus.
to fly or
ridiculous?
teenagers
found
a distance
attached.

(background info: this poem is the result of trying out a writing exercise where you look at the first couple words in each line of a text. in this case it was part of a story i was working on. supposedly, doing this reveals hidden truths in the text. I am not sure if this is generally true, but in this instance it worked so well it creeped me out a bit.)