Sadness bounces from the tip of my finger
to the bottom of my foot.
The pressure in my chest inflated against my flesh like
a balloon.
So spread my limbs to the corners of the world
where my feelings can travel further, to be absorbed by many.
Where the pressure loses speed by the Sahara and the people soak it up like the rays of the sun.
May I float in space as the world does.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC
Sadness bounces from the tip of my finger
to the bottom of my foot.
The pressure in my chest inflated against my flesh like
a balloon.
So spread my limbs to the corners of the world
where my feelings can travel further, to be absorbed by many.
Where the pressure loses speed by the Sahara and the people soak it up like the rays of the sun.
May I float in space as the world does.
