The True Skywalker

April 23, 2012
I squish my toes in the
Fluffy, soft cotton-candy
That hangs in the balance
Of an endless sea of blue.
I swing from the lights,
Shine the golden beams on the
Endless green and tall silver.
I lay back and float
On the nothingness,
As my hair whips around my face.
I run and jump and play
On the colorful stripes,
Camouflaging myself as each
Shade dyes my skin.
I pretend to be a ballerina,
As I twirl and twirl,
Stirring up dirt and pieces of shaved trees.
I am the Skywalker.

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