an apple

i'm just a shadow

looking for the sun

i'm a playground where no one

but bugs

 listening half, i hear your kite

i see fire in the fields

but can never ignite

tomorrow remember when you open your eyes

i was paralyzed i criticized

when you released the string

at the sky

in the palm of your hand see it just can't open yet but

there's so much inside

trapped needing focus

held only broken

without wings cannot fly

evaporates on first touch

becomes whole when it's loved

regenerates its wings

generates sympathetic oils from familiar scars

becomes living and breathing like grass in the park

thats been moved

beyond home

exchanging those stones

we chose

Author's Note

i don't know what i'm writing about anymore its just a sympathy generator