The Welting Chess Board

I'd Like To..

read about the impossible
the bold, the dashing
romance that has me up at night.

search for the clues as to why people
think the way they do, to see how the
tree developed.

write about myself so I can come back
and be so confused.

do what I enjoy and love
whether that be procrastinating
or crying or dying.

dream of things that can only
be created up there, there west,
there east, never south or north.

think that more people care
to think of me as a friend, and
not just -insert name here-.

But no, I don't think reality plays in my favor.
I have a bloody hand, across it is my dried out soul,
left to wonder,
"Would anyone notice?"