the walls close in on me and
I push against them until they turn to dust.
The world opens up in front of me:
a vast field of dust-covered pavement,
with rolling hills of landfills every few miles.
no cars to be found, but markers where they should go.
I feel free.
My body does cartwheels but my eyes stay sharp
searching in the distance at the lights as they dance in my spinning head.
"they mean something," I said, not knowing the weight of my words.
The dancing lights outline all my thoughts now--forever changed because of the words you spoke
each thought different and building on the one before it,
"go, go, go"
I jump between the hills and the hills smile back,
filling me with lightness as I float away, up into the seafoam-colored sky that carries me back to where we began,
"go, go, go,"
So I start to run--
faster than I am able to run--
and that's when I realize none of this is real,
but the dancing lights around my thoughts don't disappear,
and I'm still left with your words ringing in my ears
as I roll and roll down the kind hills.
my hands become claws
so I begin to climb back up but my feet have become sticky,
and I'm struck by the irony of having hands that can climb and feet that can't move,
so I fall back and let the irony carry me away,
far, far, away from the hills that smile and the pavement that seems endless,
and once I know the end is near your words stop ringing and the lights start to fade, and I notice I'm no longer floating but falling
It's only then I understand the meaning of the lights,
and now that it's dark I long for that dusty, seafoam-colored world once more.
so I whisper, "go, go, go."
And the walls start to close in once more.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
the walls close in on me and
I push against them until they turn to dust.
The world opens up in front of me:
a vast field of dust-covered pavement,
with rolling hills of landfills every few miles.
no cars to be found, but markers where they should go.
I feel free.
My body does cartwheels but my eyes stay sharp
searching in the distance at the lights as they dance in my spinning head.
"they mean something," I said, not knowing the weight of my words.
The dancing lights outline all my thoughts now--forever changed because of the words you spoke
each thought different and building on the one before it,
"go, go, go"
I jump between the hills and the hills smile back,
filling me with lightness as I float away, up into the seafoam-colored sky that carries me back to where we began,
"go, go, go,"
So I start to run--
faster than I am able to run--
and that's when I realize none of this is real,
but the dancing lights around my thoughts don't disappear,
and I'm still left with your words ringing in my ears
as I roll and roll down the kind hills.
my hands become claws
so I begin to climb back up but my feet have become sticky,
and I'm struck by the irony of having hands that can climb and feet that can't move,
so I fall back and let the irony carry me away,
far, far, away from the hills that smile and the pavement that seems endless,
and once I know the end is near your words stop ringing and the lights start to fade, and I notice I'm no longer floating but falling
It's only then I understand the meaning of the lights,
and now that it's dark I long for that dusty, seafoam-colored world once more.
so I whisper, "go, go, go."
And the walls start to close in once more.
