listening to comments about my comments
riding in a white hot air balloon through a cloudless
uniformly light blue sky,
watching a sky writing plane spell out “um…” in puffs of smoke
Diving down through layers of appearance and social
expectations,
through skin and muscles, to discover the warmth of my heart
-the pulse surrounding me and supporting me-
only to find inside:
a blank white word document staring at me from the computer
screen
that is all I have to say.
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