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I’m writing about standing still when a bee lands on my head

I stood still

I didn’t move in fear of the sting

but I was stung

I’m writing about why I let those balloons go into the sky

I knew they weren’t off to nowhere but didn’t know why

thinking they would be sucked up

into some vortex

sucked forever where some sweet angel

softly absorbs this bouquet to lay in the hands

of the ones who I love

the ones who’s world doesn’t have the ground nor the sky

a world where you aren’t made up from the things you have done

not of who you will become

you have ultimate freedom

and everyone is someone

monsters aren’t aloud in this world

nor are evil eyes

the only bugs you see are fire flies

flying so close illuminating the golden skies

this world is un-compromised

people are satisfied

and no one cries

for there are too many reasons to smile

I am writing about dancing with you in this world

I want to be so small

so that I can be held

I want to sit on the floor where the heater is

with my blanket wrapped around me

In my blanket I am no longer in my house

I am in my blanket

This my space

It is warm

It is dim

The light comes in through the woven yarn

And I want you to be in this space with me

Rubbing my nose and my eyes

hiding the quiver in my throat the tears I want to cry

I still stand as not to fall

Before I stood here I sat on the roof

To breathe the air that doesn’t reach the ground

In the sky I found

Clouds that aren’t merely clouds but paintings

Paintings with the most beautiful colors

Paintings of family paintings of lovers

If I could pocket this image and keep it beside me forever

It would remind me of that world

The ever changing ideas in my head

Ever changing the life in which have I lead

Replacing the sheets in my bed

From sesame street to black and white

Thinking change is neither wrong nor right

but simply a passing of time

I choose not to believe that I will see this world one day

But that you and me, and our families

could live in this world now and every day.