Kiki-Hiraku

she isn't the type to blend in. painted on smile, tattered motley, bells in her hair. you can't help but pay attention to her. follow her to the big top. don't blink. you might lose her. she dances through life like she walks the tightrope. careless, precarious. commanding every eye and spotlight on her. a great and terrible beauty of grace and danger, hovering above the ground. no safety net in sight. she laughs as she falls. life is a stage, life is a circus, life is a joke, and this is the final curtain, the final act, the punchline. don't blink. don't look away. you don't want to miss it, do you? because in the end it's all a magic t

woke up this morning dreams fading to the daylight and i missed a call from my mother last night called her back this morning to tell her that i'm all right the city hasn't gotten me yet.      but i can go out and make a friend from a stranger      and really what's life without a little danger      and uncertainty and certainly i'm feeling my way      through this life, this life. i was the quiet girl growing up in a small town nose stuck in a book and my head up in the clouds now reality's come calling and i need to come down and i don't know where i'm going yet.      i'm just trying to go forward without consequence or re