becoming you.

My head is a balloon in paper mache
covered with feathers and a hopeful array
of the constant exchanges between me and the day.

I floated towards mountains and spoke to the birds
I swore I wasn't wax with my poetic, absurd.
They dangled me string and wove colored yarns
with hues of the sunshine and the blues around stars.

I passed over farm fields in the magic Midwest.
The lakes were all eerie and i wept for the best
of all those lost feelings now escaping my chest.

Your eyes match the ceiling when the roof is torn off.
There were catapults wrenching to the humming of loss.
There was melting in bliss as I dangled alone.
I wove my own stitches and became my own home. 

Reviews

[Mia]

This is lonely. Can I say that? Does that make sense? It's sad and lonely and a little lost. I mean the emotions behind it. It's kind of depressing...stop me if I’m wrong...but that's what I like about it. There is something alluring about the dark and twisty-ness. My favourite parts:
"The lakes were all eerie and I wept for the best
of all those lost feelings now escaping my chest."
"I wove my own stitches and became my own home.”
The very last line, the one I just quoted. It’s super intense. May I ask...where did this come from/what made your write this? I'm sorry if I’m not making sense. Sometimes my mind thinks thing clearly but can’t explain them.

[dukovan]

It sort of just wrote itself, starting tying feelings and memories together and wrote them
The words sort of just come and i write them down when I see them.

[dukovan]

and yes it is lonely, but it becomes me realizing that I don't need someone at all times. "when i fly solo, i fly so high."

[Mia]

Those are some intense feeling and memories. This is my favourite of yours so far...like I said it’s alluring.

[Mia]

Yes but it's not nearly as fun 'flying solo"