I drag my fingers across my
face
i wouldn't mind if i drew blood
I slide the idea of "the past"
back and forth through my fingers
like a feather
morphing
weightless
falling peacefully to the ground
lying limply behind me with no effect
but also able to tie me up
weigh me down
and rip me apart
In the end it gets blown away and
just leaves me with a tickle
and a laugh that vibrates in my head
like absolute perfection
Im left laying feet first in the sand
the brim of the dark night barely reaching to touch my toes
the finest edge of a steep
impenetrable void
thats surpisingly soft as i step through it,
feel the humid summer air on my face,
and actually smile.