the fairy floss of us

condensed candied clouds on the cusp of the lilac ozone
its just I cannot seem to decide whether to float or to hide
but floating seemed so potent and I knew I would feel as condensed as those clouds
but hiding is abiding and i dont wanna abide the strides of the human tides just to coincide
(it just doesn’t feel enough )
I’m absolutely petrified, do you feel like a bill that is expected to be ratified ?
I do not and that is my
dilemma
i am destined to forever be an
enigma
that cannot be decoded

what
is
my
motive?

If only i
floated
and was a devoted
~cloud
maybe then the voices in my head wouldn’t be so loud


condensed candied clouds on the cusp of the lilac ozone
when you’re made of stardust you feel
infinite
because you’re made of infinity *
your backbone lines the temple that is your body * *
you’re not alone because your flesh is sprinkled with the dust of stars and moonstone
your soul is a
pheromone
eau de cologne
that can be sensed and smelled and it can influence your surroundings
you must type down your findings and be absolutely astounded with how far humanity has

come
... . ..and gone..
bring them back
they say dwell on but dont let it be foregone bring it back bring it

on