blueberries

scooping up rice with my hands

is not as easy as scooping up blueberries

(blueberries are bigger; don't fall out as much)

thoughts in my head are rice grains

sliding through my fingers

alice

the blank page

stares back

mocking me by it's emptiness

mirroring what i see in the glass

glad to not be in charge

there are some times when i want the end of the world

to be now.

all the wrongs to be righted

all the tears to be wiped

all the hearts made whole again

under the divine hand.

those times war with the times where i want the world to last forever

as it is

as long as i get a chance to prosper.