The water watched the dancer and said, "I can tap dance too!"

Then it rained down upon the concrete, pitter pattering as it went to it's own rhythm.

Rain drops are tap dancers at heart

-I thought I'd just shorten up Rochelle's delightful story! <3

I waited so paitiently. Then I fell a long, long way. Only to melt in some girl's hair.

Endless fields of cypress abound,

Childless mothers grieve without sound,

Shadows on gravestones cover the ground,

Silence remains for no answers found,

Happy, in my paper boat, I pushed off from the shore
Taking nothing but a pair of melting popsicles for oars

When you were young

They said it would get better

A lifting, lightening, loosening

And a dropping off of fetters

Now you're so ...

The clouds chased after the ever-shifting sun, leaving the lights below to wonder what they might have done wrong.

The floor, it so envied that all-mighty ceiling,
Unburdened above - it looked so damn appealing!
Never stepped on or bothered, just observing it all,
"So smug, and superior, makin...

"Why be afraid of the dead? Be more afraid of the living"