lifeless, sinking into my sheets, into my mattress, into the springs that raise my body up
still sinking into the ground, heavy
my eyes staring at my white, detailed ceiling, like clouds, where for years i've drawn out pictures and words with them
then peering past the paint bit by bit, past my ceiling, past my little attic that i've never step foot into, past my roof that i helped my dad fix when i was a younger being, and into the vast darkness of the moonlit sky
staring as if i am lifted with every inhale and exhale of my breath
every exhale lifting me closer to be among the stars that shine so bright
then i blink, and i see myself falling yet oh, so free
falling past the stars and clouds and the birds and the tallest trees that stand so high
eyes watching me fall not knowing where i'd land
strangers and strangers and strangers, i see nothing
then a familiar face in the midst of the crowd, and i see everything
you.
