Liminal Kid

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I can see the the world from ten feet high.
And I don't know whether it's wrong or right.
it's alright. I'm alright.

I'm half way up. Looking down at all of me.
Or whatever it's supposed to be. In between the rest of me.

The skies turned green under sweater sleeves.
And I'm still figuring out what it's supposed to mean.

Somewhere in the mess of me there's a cosmic thing.
And it told me with a million eyes that I was nothing.
It's alright. I'm alright.

It's okay. I'm drowning but it's fine.

I'm half way up. Staring down at all of me.
Or whatever I'm supposed to be- if that was ever anything really.

Six years from now I'll be sitting on a couch holding hands with someone I care a lot about.

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