Floating wonder, gasping hopes
The way fresh sheets capture my comfort and the breeze rustles my dreams.
A chill.
The cloud modifies and opens my heart. A thousand fingers pressing my cells and opening my light.
Why does light end when it warms my soul. I push out air, to only suck it back in.
Bedtime. Floating flocks ready to encompass my shapes and my inner demons.
Placid breaths...