Left and right I walk the center in search of space and a mission and find only my reflection. Who's fault is that. Screw it. I look closer. My stupid glasses are space rain phobia magical protecters looking back at me. Inspectors in my eyes. Always in my business. I love them for that. But sometimes they over-steep. What's with the orange. It makes me look skinny. I like words that are fruit. My hair is awkward. When will the wrinkles leave surface. WWGD. What would gravity do. Is the world spinning or am I on a rocket or neither. I hope it's the latter. I climb my mind and nothing has an answer. The wind is loud and this moment many much. I can't see my hands. Are they still here. Who am I looking at and do I have a choice. Myself is saying yes to my nose and I am skeptical. Don't move yet world. I'm not ready. Don't get small yet. I need you to stay. To be large for me. I am safe in the not knowing. But my ambition hates me... I clinch my teeth. My lips make room. Let's do it. Let's make fire and rain and shuttle and fame. Let's make what's unattainable tame. I will fly. Dear Gravity, good bye. I will be sure to do what's flight. I love you earth and sky and me. And what will be, we'll see. Goodnight.
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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