I look up at the sky, the blue so beautiful, even if the sun makes it painful to look at.
I lay back on the grass.
My hair fades into the green, my limbs sprawled out for the ants and ladybugs to crawl right over.
I push back into the earth, to feel the blades of green in between my fingers and brushing the sides of my face. I push back into the earth, and I set my body a little firmer into the grass, becoming just a little more apart of it than I was before.
But soon enough, I need to get going. I get up off the ground, and take a look at the outline of my body imprinted into the grass, and I am so suddenly even less apart of it than what I was before.
I had never felt the rays of the sun, and oh how fine I seemed to be.
I could feel warm other ways, blankets and pillows and the comfort of my own arms.
But now that it has shone upon me, and now that it is gone for a little while,
I feel a coldness that blankets wont warm,
a lost piece of myself my hands cant fill,
and an empty longing that was not caused by wanting an experience, but the unexpected ending of one which I did not even want in the first place.
CZYTASZ
Poems probably
Poezjathe later parts are a lot better than the first ones in my opinion. I looovvvveeeeeee using allegories? and shit in my writing especially with like space and nature and stuff. Most of this is poems but every now and then i just yap. Some im so prou...
