Black And White

All I saw was a gray world.
No day, no night,
No dark, no light.
Just gray.
I sat and I stared
An empty heart,
Nothing there
Except gray.
And the world was.

Internally Blocked

It was dark outside
as the cool breeze swept over me.
The stars sang me to sleep, and
the moon watched over me
as I drifted away.

I sighed when I woke up
because waking up means facing reality again.

I'd like to cry myself to sleep,
but there's no point crying over things I can't control.
The problem is that
I can't control anything.
So I fight back the tears and smile.

An Introduction

Hello. 
My real name 
is not Indira Skye, 
but I chose this one because I like it 
and the way it makes me feel. 

Free, 
like the wind and sky and 
everything around me that I can't touch. 
I've always wished I could fly. 
Those were the best dreams I had, 
where I threw myself into the wind 
and I could see everything and the cold 
didn't bother me because the wind made me
free. 

But you always have to wake up 
in the end. I'm hoping someday 
I can stand in the midst of the 
wind, rain, lightning, and pain 
and not feel ashamed. 

But now I'm just rambling.

So what do you want to know about me? 
I've never been in love. 
Pocahontas is not my favorite Disney princess. 
I love the feeling of a pencil scratching on paper, 
filling a blank page with meaning. 
I think store-bought brownies and ice cream
are the best thing on dark, lonely nights.
My room is always clean.
I'd like to live in Seattle or New York City someday.
People's little nervous habits drive me crazy.

I'm trying so hard to do things right,
but I'll never be sure because there are too many variables,
and math and science are still my worst subjects.
Sorry.