Paintings of life still dancing in my head Bright light fading Pouring orange hues and dull yellow rays Cascading down over earthen tones Dark green grass masking over Thick as the leaves blowing in the summer breeze
That was how the sun set Just a few feet outside my window A view tailored just for me For a moment
Blades slowly turning Endlessly circling Watching the shadows emanate from their continuation I know
Blowing ever cooling air into my room I never thought it would end But the light faded And what was left weighed heavy on my eyelids
Eyes shut, I found myself Slipping further and further into the state Between life and death itself No longer aware of the confines of fate
Above me, shackled in place Slanted up, ever out of grasp Yet, constricting in my space dissipated, pulling back a mask
My soul was glowing Eyes closed shut Flowing freely out of my self Motionless and clear cut So well defined Hung wrong side up Arms outstretched from my sides
Blissful and permissive Opened, floating still Serenity surrounding
Basking in the glow Traced back to my window Seeping over the sill Across the blades of my fan Blowing life into my form New motion brought to life Free of scorn, near reborn Suspended above my comatose Form
And what I found There On a summer night Unaware Of the world outside Outside of what I could see Was what I have come to terms with A whole other side of me And from that moment I have derived something
A feeling I'm not convinced Anyone else has felt this
Just a kid Probably could have missed it And from what I think now Ideals forming around Negative spaces And people or places
But ****** if I don't Still think about How it felt To be that kid in his room With the light Fading through A window fan