I cannot,
Soar through the air,
And fly freely,
Across the thermal,
Winds.
My outstretched hands
Cannot delve into,
The rain clouds,
And disperse,
The ever growing,
Fractals of grey.
Water droplets,
Causing my skin,
To concave.
Leaving me limp,
Exceedingly fragile.
My bones,
Crumbling under,
The pressure.
It's as if,
I am your paper plane,
Left lying,
In the murky,
Puddle water.
*Daunghting realms,
Of forgetful delight,
Causing me,
Too all but,
disintegrate.*
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
I cannot,
Soar through the air,
And fly freely,
Across the thermal,
Winds.
My outstretched hands
Cannot delve into,
The rain clouds,
And disperse,
The ever growing,
Fractals of grey.
Water droplets,
Causing my skin,
To concave.
Leaving me limp,
Exceedingly fragile.
My bones,
Crumbling under,
The pressure.
It's as if,
I am your paper plane,
Left lying,
In the murky,
Puddle water.
*Daunghting realms,
Of forgetful delight,
Causing me,
Too all but,
disintegrate.*
