im filled with sky. clouds and sun and rain. then why do i always feel so small? im filled with air. im blown all over the world and skittered across the ground like a discarded hamburger wrapper. im blown through windows and curtains and bedroom doors. but sometimes gravity feels so heavy. sometimes i get tired of my same old eyes staring back at me in the mirror. id rip it off the wall if only you promised to take it's place.
i want to see myself in someone, i want to see some good of mine in reflection. i want to see a smile that i caused by being kind. i want to be that force that keeps someone going on, to be that arm to steady a balance. i want to be inspiration, creative force. if i could turn to steam, i would reach inside and touch your heart.