Look up at the billowing shapes.
They float aimlessly through the blue sea of defeated gravity.
I want to travel with you.
Your lightness strikes me. It creates a jealously of wanting something more.
No truths, no worries. You just pass me by like a stranger without a face.
You create shapes and mysteries in my mind, concocted in my wildest dreams. I watch you move.
Let me fly with you.
Soaring high I'm finally there. It takes me into the subconscious.
The mind of make believe.
Here I can be free to create my own world....
Set me free.
I'm flying with you.
There I find my peace.
I see shapes in these cotton wool balls of fluffy humanity that I wish for in my everyday existence.
I see myself. I see you. I see everything.
Perfection in a simple touching of the mind.
Flying through the airbrushed mirror of life.
I stop at the largest of them all.
Here I find more than perfection.
I find my world. Encrusted into it like a beautiful shell.
I find you.
You found me in that still silent place. Above the patchwork quilt below.
We fly together.
Along the way we pass more shapes.
Circles at first. They pass us smoothly. Their edges warm to us.
Squares appear next. Bumping against our sides.
Triangles appear below. Piercing our feet.
Why do these shapes find us?
Emotive barriers.
Cold hearted disbelief of going back to reality.
Slowly our flight falls lower.
But we fly still.
Above this patchwork quilt.
With the billowing shapes of our lives.
Putting together the pieces of our existence.
