by Aundreya Garcia
(Las Vegas, Nevada)
I sit here staring at the scenery that takes my breath away with every passing breeze.
The breeze I feel upon my skin, like that which is love found at long last.
The love expanding as thought my heart will swell, and my ribs will break.
Never before have I felt so breakable, as if staying in one piece were next to impossible.
It is impossible to like the word, the word which breaks hopes and crushes dreams.
To do crazy things, to see crazy things, wishing for it to never end,
But like this it must.