The wind staining you with a beautiful, calm breeze. Relaxing every bone in your body. Looking up, wanting to be like them. The Renegades. Free from the world. No worries just happiness. Her long white pearl dress flowing in the breaking wind. His hair getting messy from running. Pretending there are monsters behind us. Having fun. Tasting the coolness of the midnight air.
We just sit, letting the non-tense air take us away. Like we are down stream. Stiff as logs, relaxed as water. letting it flow throughout our bodies.
more peaceful than people say. The rumors and lies, sharpen its way into our heads. Twisting the brain and mind. tongue twisting till we cannot speak.The good kind of pain. shocking us till we go into deep rest. seem to be too relaxed. we cannot wake from this. we just dream, running from pretend monsters,dancing on clouds, walking on water. The dreaming takes us far, to a world with no pain, but a world with so much pain. The pain can be peaceful, but it can be unbearable. Our standing sticks (legs) cannot move, our bendable pencils cannot bend. yet to know our mind is different from others. The clouds are dancing on us, we chase the monsters, water walks on us. It seems so different every time. The way we move. our souls want to dance its way out of our bodies.
The little dancing soul, swirls around the mind, confusion is now key. normal is the new stupid. stupid is the new weird. wired minds.Our body, hearing lobes, little sniffers, balls of eyes.
sense no makes. no makes sense. makes no sense. Running away from our imagination. Scary monsters. Us, Humans. monsters we are. we fear ourselves. The mirror we look in is deceiving and rude. pictures a beautiful mind but trapped soul. No more dancing souls. Trapped minds. scary thoughts. Open minds. Beautiful thoughts. Free like birds. Soaring into the night sky. Breaking into thought, wrapping around like an octopus. wise as a shark, scary as an ant. mixed up. confused.
Ocean, deep blue dark sky's. swirls around life. wrapping its arms around you. pulling you deep down. eyes closed, too scared. scary thoughts snip its way into your head. open your eyes. Beautiful life. You're not breathing anymore, but who cares. Something pulls you from the beautiful water. Panic. Movement. Scared. Harsh wind in the face, stinging your eyes. upsetting skys.
