Never knowing how far I can go unless I find the answer with my feet.
Flying up then falling into the arms of Gravity, only for her to toss me back up.
Living under a canopy, tinted blue, with an array of moving colors.
The jewelry of my interior.
Cheating death while being destined to die.
A language sent to the ears and spread by the tongue.
How hands can be just as effective as the brain.
Smelling my father and mothers home country while never leaving mine.
The florescent light bulb outside my window.
Knowing another like the back of my hand
Mother earths creation, beautifully changing,
A fantasy in a reality.
The feeling of knowing if you lean back there is
A person waiting to catch you…. the same one every time you fall.
The death of War enabling his daughter to be conceived.