Posted: February 9, 2012 in me

i swirled

at some point
breathing was no longer an option
breathing was all that there was

im swirling
still swirling

elevated by clouds
thousands of yesterdays
the knowing it should be

im whipping
smoothest whipping

pink and pearly
tiny teeny threaded sugar
eyes sheathed in cotton candy sighs

im spinning
spin spin spun

above the ceiling
below me the look
i see connected chocolate chippy skin

im melting
so melted

no longer feeling
no sight sound taste
touches of hypnotizing tornadoes

im everything
every little thing

sitting in the moment
heart pounded memories


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