Poem: Every Thought.
Another day, another poem.
It starts with a glance out the window, After night has settled and the sun has fallen asleep. Something shifts in the air, almost like a cold breeze, Circling around the crevice of my sleeping form– Slyly calling me to my feet, despite my closed eyes, Or the whispering soothing the core of my ears. And it moves, drawing the open panel, and wondering If just for a second, jumping through is better than staying– To feel like a bird once more, free from human limbs. Then, it could let my body glide through cloud and sky, Even embracing the sun as it has always longed to do. But, as my legs extend past the ledge, the thought Recedes, and my eyes open right before the tumble– Yet, as I grasp, half-dazed, reaching for the window sill. I can’t help but feel the sensation stirring in me again: Hiding, waiting, searching for a moment to strike. The chance for me to give in, to accept the intrusion, As a moment to embrace my own final frontier– falling, Endlessly, through day and night, over and over.
