A rustle in the branches(distracted by momentary thoughts of suicide)

look out the window; daydreaming
nothing but ever whitening skies,
blazing away in the afternoon.
ego crumbling
by sheets of glass
singing to no one
just me and the trees
clapping like a million
sets of eyes
they see me, waiting
but a step away
a single step
is all it
takes.

The World is Made of Clay

mixed words
or intentions
that seem unclear
words that need
to be said
but no one says
I want but not
what you want
distraught and
taught to lose
you shield you
from abuse soon
no can even really
get that close
the door slams
the lights go out
the welcome mat
is pulled from
beneath your feet
caked in clay
soil shoes you
feel buried in blues.

Its all evaporating like a distant dream....

Will the water
of your loneliness
wash all the scars away
when time has passed?
swirling like a gas
the crimson flow
evaporates
in the stillness
of the empty glass.

Michael Jackson

Well, I watched the memorial concert/funeral and probably like most people I found it both incredibly moving and sad. Moving because it was so nice to see people speak so genuinely from their hearts and without judgment and sad because it took Michael's death to finally give him his due, so very long overdue.
The singing was wonderful(most specifically Jermaine and Stevie Wonder) and seeing what a wide range of people he touched. Certainly his passing and the unprecedented amount of coverage and sheer mass of information that has passed regarding his death and tributes both personal and professional are hard to ignore. the numbers alone are pretty staggering.

Not sure why you'd leave in summer but its a bummer michael, and so very very sad...