I clung to you like a lifeline-
A floating buoy in a violent sea
But when I let go of you
Into the deep, deep
Blue,
I found that I had gills—
And I could breathe.

I had a dream
that I don’t remember
I remember feeling
like I was floating
high above the world
crossing seas and jungles
joining the butterflies
surrounded by a cloud
of black and orange
they carry me
towards the mountains
where I leave the kaleidoscope
to be by myself
in my safe space
at peace

but I also remember feeling
like I was falling
further and further down
past the birds the towers and the trees
hurtling towards the ground
I brace myself for the crash
that never came
because when peek through
my eyelashes
I am surrounded by a cloud
of black and orange
slowly guiding me
towards the ground
their wings softly graze my skin
comforting me
until I land delicately on my feet
taking a deep breath
I am home
I am safe
I am at peace

Floating on my bed
was hoping for autumn
yet I woke to spring
watched as fields of tulips spread
heads bouncing in the breeze
purple, pink, white
they shied away from my peering eyes

my slick hand held as a hostage
sweat covered in a thick layer,
the grass tickling my fingers
as the shy sun slowly started closing in
it was time to go home
away from my small paradise
it was time to float again.

Swaying in the wind,

Floating with the current

Songs of the breeze

So light and so fragile



Swaying in the wind,

Floating with the current

Songs of the breeze



Taking you to the past

Of your childhood memories

A time of no worries

A land of complete freedom



Swaying in the wind,

Floating with the current

Songs of the breeze



Having no worries

Simple things of happiness

Pure ecstasy and liberation



Swaing in the wind

Floating with the current

Songs of the breeze.

The feeling of the saltwater getting through my hair, is amazing to.

The balance you make while standing on your board, like you're finally completed.
Like my heart is on the right place.

petals
in the wind
floating gently
to their final destination
bloodred scarlet
already started
to wither
in the gentle
wind.

sparks
fly
from an explosion
sparks
turn to flames
petals turn to ash.

ashes
in the wind
floating gently
to rest
upon
a crimson
bloodred
flower.

Like a giant cotton ball
Moving at its own pace
In the giant blue ocean above our heads
Of many shapes and many sizes
Thick to thin
Streched and clumped
One color
To some
Making it like cotton candy
depending on the morning or night
An hombre of colors
Making them pop
As if in a pop up book
Light and white
Or darker and grey
Being filled with rain
Ready to cry on the earth
To water the lands below
Most times you are there
And sometimes you are not
But when you are up there
Floating around
Making shapes
I could sit or lay down
And look up all day