Under sequoias
Green as an emerald jewel
I whisper to her.
The world is so still
As if it knows the torrent
I will soon endure.
I write some haikus
In order to distract me
from my future self.
I get stomach aches
As I approach my future.
Nothing is in stone.
All the friends I have
Are nothing I expected
In all the best ways.
I inhale deeply,
knowing this moment will pass,
and exhale freely.
Stories live within,
Begging for the chance to sing.
Your song will come soon.