a letter

"you can't be what you don't feel," he said,

and i believed him, and i was sad,

sad for the things i couldn't be, and the things i couldn't write.

"but you will grow up someday,

whether you feel like it or not"

and i believed him, and i did.

hey kid, there's a world out there to be lived in,

and you can't write what you don't feel

so how are you gonna write it?

and how are you gonna live it?

and how will you make it?

yours. and what will you chase?

people? dreams? storms? 

wherever you are, i hope you wont stay.

hey kid, slow down, you aren't mistaken yet.

there's a story out here, and we all just live in it.

the hours you wonder over words do not go to waste.

you have to believe that worlds collide in this place.

and walk with sure steps through the prairies and plains.

i will meet you there, where it never rains.

there is a fence at the end of this field,

and there is a storm at the end of this world. 

"you have clouds in your eyes," he said,

and lightning in my chest, i thought,

thought of the wind that moves me through the skies.

"and you have a mind like a mirror,

so go live your story, kid"

but when i wrote my life, it came out as a letter.