In subzero spring
the neighbor's light still glows through
my rainy window

I feel weightless.
As if I could lay down on the grass and somehow carry myself to the moon and beyond.
Looking down beneath me are the trees swaying back and forth with ease while the grass, in slow motion, silently follows.
All part of an orchestra.
Slowly lifting my arm towards a cloud, my hair flows to my collarbones and gently moves from behind my neck all around my face until it stretches far from reach.
I hold a piece of this cloud
pressing it firmly against my chest, it poofs with every heart beat.
I raise my chin upwards to see a dancing trio of shooting stars with elegance.
The higher I move, the clearer the stars become and you notice the sparkling trail they leave behind.

I'm at my highest, my most sincere, my most painless form of being.
Holding the last piece of my excruciating eternity, in the left palm of my hand, I slowly open my fingers and let it slip from my grip and let it fall to the deepest underground of the Earth.
Slowly but surely, I interlace all my fingers together pressing them against my palms as I rest them on my hollow chest.
Eyes closed, sewn in place.
What better way to descend.

Something about guessing games and fresh fatigue
Something about it being my pet peeve
But I was told, by you, you're not good at seeing through the dark
That's okay, perhaps it's not worth the petty remark

I know all about this stuff
I've been there, kind of, myself
I know all about it

Something about repairing a bond, unity
Something about a missed opportunity
The schedule's just fine, so I think, what could it possibly be
It matters the most now as your joy isn't for free

Once I dreamt of a bouquet of roses delivered to me
Not knowing where or who they were from.

There's a game I've been meaning to play
There's also a talk I saved I tastefully dread
but, honestly, my needs have not been met
There's a game I've been meaning to play

There are a few, heavenly painted doors that can lead you astray
Some are harder to close, some easier to pull
In fact, they have one with your name
In letters covered with mold and it's quite a mouthful
and they should have pulled you, too

"They" talk a lot
but "they" do say some truthful things