sunflower mane around your head
tickles your ears
you laugh like a child
rose petals fall from your cheeks
and onto the dirt floor
as
you bend down to catch the rain water
pooling at your toes
and
you're walking home in the rain
on a not so special tuesday
your hands are cold
boots stained the color of mushy gushy earth
and
you feel as though you don't belong
you feel as though
your hands are turning into
condensation.
you can feel the weight on your shoulders
as if your some type of stage
and this is how your life was supposed to turn out and
there are stratus clouds hanging on puppet strings above your head
but at this point you don't give a ****
and
lighting flickers
just above your skin
like sleepy fireflies dancing in front of an insomniacs eyes.
you close them.
and you hear the hum
like hummingbird wings beating against your silken earlobes
the world is singing
and you can feel it's hot breath on your peach fuzz skin
and it tickles your ears



you
laugh like a
  child.