I think my favorite feeling is being outside feeling wind on my face, just staring up at the sky. I love how the clouds dance and the birds tease me, Oh how my heart longs to be that free. Maybe one day when i’m better my feet will lift off the ground and I will float away and be with the clouds. Watching as everything gets smaller and smaller while my mind goes silent, maybe then I’ll finally feel some peace.
All along that grey draped zig-zagging shoreline The men sat or stood in resolute silence Each trying to reach back into minds Scrambled like eggs by the fear of impending violence
Soon the hard faced men will open the gates As the race will start as hearts will change pace Then by push and twist they load like cattle Into great grey hulking hearse's barely floating Plunging through grey roiling seas toward thunder Echoing across the channel quotation marks of the battle
That rages ,engages not turning ÷ripping out pages of history When the water turns red punctuated by the floating dead.... ........The question marks and periods Exclamation marks in the book thats still being written ... ......to what end? That is what makes any plot a vagrant thought With a premise being an unresolved mystery Such are ..... The vagaries of the ever repeating chapters of human history!
You've always been able to do That, Fill my head with all these Beautiful thoughts. To the point that I feel Like I am floating Up in the sky where every Cloud reminds me of you. Sometimes I think it's funny. Picturing myself as a balloon. Swollen head. Little body dangling below. No matter how high I get, Floating inside this love of yours. I promise not to float too Far away. Knowing the sky is filled with You
it feels like i am floating in space. never really sure what day it is, what time it is, or how long i’ve been in this one place. my determination and prevalence mold the time into one recognizable moment. and while i continue to run, i run aimlessly towards a goal i no longer see. all i know is that it’s what i want to be.