Someday

Someday I will see Mika in concert.
Someday I will own an animal shelter.
Someday I will become a vet.
Someday I will get a tattoo.
Someday I will get a belly button piercing.
Someday I will go zip lining.
Someday I will go skydiving.
Someday I will own a motorcycle.
Someday I will to Las Vegas.
Someday I will go to Disneyland.

Five Senses

Depression is a dark shadowy black.

It tastes like a glass of rotten milk when I wake up first thing in the morning.

It smells like a old piece of moldy bread.

And reminds me of dead deer splattered across the road.

It sounds like a cat whimpering in pain crossing the road.

Depression makes me feel like I am alone.

The Pythagorean Theorem