Look Up
The sun is shining on tomorrow so I’ll sweep away the dust again as much as I can, the floors are stained still from years of depression.
Listening to a starseeds song, they say I knew all along. When I realized that was true, I guess my visions and questions about the world would only make sense because of you.
The thoughts of yesterday rest on my chest, light not heavy,
woken by the shock today
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of the last memory time plays.
Did you ever hear tinkering bells while you slept? Awoken by wondering when the run turned red or how space had to be in a container? I was five when I looked up and wondered what the glitter was across the sky, asking how time just so “happened to go by,” and every word of yours makes sense.
I laid in my bed looking at a poster they all had in their classrooms on my foster sisters door while her lights danced on the floors. I could not put together what was missing, I never believed there were only seven planets at that age or even nine and now look — I was right. I remember they argued and still do about all the stripes and how it pertains to me and you, her, him…
Did you ever wonder how the sky turned gray yet there were still colors in the sky before we were taught how to dive? I may not have known much because I paid close attention to every stone, blade of grass I saw. I counted the steps on the ladder but couldn’t remember what I ate for lunch…I only remembered stupid things.
Yet that wasn’t true at all, remembering and paying attention to all these little things are what helped see me, see you when I fall — the ones who guided me out the dark, the one who helped me stand tall.
I love you all. ❤️🎶✍️
1:23 pm
