As I try to color the words of the wind. 
(Hahaha, what?)
As I try to name the nameless.
(Ok, whatever.)
As the wind blows nonsense in my ears.
Then the waves of the sea wash upon me
as I sit in the sand and the shore recedes
I hear nothing more than the birds and the salty wind
The trees knocking at each other’s branches and leaves
I rest upon my elbows on the sand. 
It hurts a little but it’s OK. 
I melt deeper into the shore as each wave passes.
How many waves does it take to drown me?
(How many licks of a lollypop until it is gone?  haha)
I try to sing in my mind and then a whisper out
upon my lips.  My voice shaky at first
but stronger do I push the sound
and the forces of nature blend with my singing
I sound like the icing of the shore
The wedding prop of the couple on top of the cake
as I am sitting on the sand, perhaps too a singing card.
Does that make any sense at all?
Do you understand what this is about?
I don’t.
You can make fun of me all you want
and it will be easy to because I am transparent
with all of my flaws, and I have nothing to hide
for I pride myself in that
Everything I do has been innocently bad at most
Like cheating on a test when your parents pressure
you too much to do well and you haven’t had
the time to study.
Or upon stealing koa pens from a friend
because you never had gifts of your own to give.
Or upon thinking insulation in sixth grade meant
that the temperature was supposed to change
dramatically and so you rigged your project
which was supposed to be the best one.
All these things, or sending someone to hell was the worst.
All of it not bad at all, really.
But when I think about how selfish I am, I am embarrassed still.
When I think about how lazy I suppose I actually am not
compared to other people.
But who am I to compare myself?
I was never a part of the group.
Always the lame one not accepted or the
talented one who was not asked to join
because it was the only thing against me
they could possibly do to hurt me.