#2

Getting scrapes on my elbows and knees and

the bottom of my feet is a small price

to pay for the universe to

be in my hands.

I pray that little specks of dirt and

leaves

and love will work its

way into my cuts and taint my

blood.

I want to feel the sting because what

follows the sting is a mother's voice

softly saying that it will be alright.

I want to feel the sting, I want to feel living,

there's a difference.

everybody knows that living is different than alive.

I have the universe in my hands so I can bring the

sky to meet my fingers

or maybe even

my fingers to meet the sky.

I can make the grass grow greener or my bones grow stronger

and whiter so

I will never break again.

I can make a bike pedal faster and turn the

corner without a

single warning.

I can run faster than anybody in the world,

if I want to,

and I can make the world speed up.

I have the universe

In My Hands,

but there's two things I can never do

even if I try.

I can't fall in love.

I can't slow down.

I asked you to hold me

not because I was chilly but because

there was a smoldering in my soul,

sometimes they call that love,

but all I needed was to pass it to you

so that my heart didn't attain the irreparable

damage it was used to.

I have the whole universe in my hands,

but I can't find love,

and I can't slow down.