I am From

I am from lost images, burnt tongues, and barred windows

From peaches, slanted lines, and old flowers that whispered words of love to the walls

From blizzards, cracked lips, and dandelions 

I am from the forget me not's and broken leaves

From whips and aging trees

From trade, hunt and needs

I am from the lions, bold and restless

From exotic herbs and spices

From bubbles and scars and tightly packed cars

I am from a piano's deep keys

A flag on an empty mailbox

The rusted knob on a door

I am from the words on a paper

The bell on a bike, and portrait made of legos

From silhouettes and trilogies

from chess and re-runs

To frizzy hair, whiskers, and puddles in the rain.

I am from day dreams of desire

To pies lit on fire

I am from those who despise liars.

I am from living like there's no tomorrow

And moving on with no regrets

I am from a place with no silence 

From shadows and repeated corners

I am from a mind o wilderness and serendipity.