Floating.

I am floating

I wonder how the ground would feel if I walk barefoot

I hear the soft humming of a machine in the walls that I can’t hear

I see the bright light of the sun reflecting off the hot pavement

I am floating.

I pretend that my head isn’t in the clouds

I feel the energy drain out of my head when I raise my hand in question

I touch the cold glass of my window in an attempt to feel the wind

I worry that the breeze of life won’t carry me away and that I’d be left behind

I cry because the blizzard inside makes my heart shiver

I am floating.

I understand that I am fallible

I say that it’ll all be over at one point

I dream that one day the chirping won’t cause me so much agony

I try to be as kind to myself as I am with others

I hope I can muster the courage to leave my impression on the soil

I am flying.