Inside my eyes,
There is but a wonderous world.
Inside my mind,
I care not of time.
Embodied in the presence of the wind i fly,
Yet my feet cant seem to move.
Held tender within the moon i unfold my paper machete heart.
I breath into my soul,
to revive the flowers that were once planted.
I smile as if im a piece of yarn being unraveld,
Revealing my bare existence.
For i am exsisting.