Perhaps you don’t see the smile when I hear a song
or my laughter when I realize nothing’s wrong.
Maybe I read just a little bit much
or write things that make me seem sad and such,
I hold close the parts that make me real
that show you how I truly feel.
It is easy to think I am caught in a place, turning in circles because I can’t get out of being down. It is easy to get into that mode where nothing is right and while you acknowledge the good things around you, you chew on the wrong things to work them through.

Sometimes you’re the only sound I hear
this is a whisper in my heart
drawing me ever near
and I’m waiting to wake up
from this beautiful space
where my dreams and yours
are conversations in place.

(From apple-picking!)