Above my clouds I found
a color wheel, round
and sedentary like my body
used to be before I
claimed it as my home
Similarly, the colors spun and
swirled just like when
I walked for the first time in years:
light airy bees wings,
spiral striped feelings
And at first I fought
the unfamiliar lack of gray
and why was my head above the clouds anyway?
and what were these nameless things?
forgotten feelings?
What gave me away?
Standing straight becomes
easier with practice.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC
Above my clouds I found
a color wheel, round
and sedentary like my body
used to be before I
claimed it as my home
Similarly, the colors spun and
swirled just like when
I walked for the first time in years:
light airy bees wings,
spiral striped feelings
And at first I fought
the unfamiliar lack of gray
and why was my head above the clouds anyway?
and what were these nameless things?
forgotten feelings?
What gave me away?
Standing straight becomes
easier with practice.
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