When I am writing I am thinking of you
When I am thinking of you I am thinking of you
When I am breathing I am

Always.

Roller coaster plane ride
Nose dives into the ocean in my mind and all that's still on it is
You.

The clouds part like seas for Moses upon our inevitable arrival once again. I can see angels being hung by twine. The sky ran away from his kingdom to vacation upon the Earth. The soil soul rubs into his toes.

You are not an earthly being trapped in the clouds. You're heavenly gold bound to earth.

You're an opposite. A composite.