Titles are Overrated

Part 186

Is there truly

an escape? 

The wind blows,

and I want it to whisk me away

into another world.

I trust the somber sky

more than I trust myself.

We're both blue,

stretching ourselves further

than we should.

My head is cloudy,

and I think a cyclone 

is churning inside.

I'd let the breeze braid

silken strands of my hair,

and the sweet whistle of it

would sing me to sleep. 

It'd whisper in my ear

wonderful things.

It would tell me that I no longer

have to fall to the ground -

it would keep me afloat.

The wind would lift me so high into the sky,

that perhaps I could touch the sun,

and dodge the fate 

that Icarus fell unto.

I'd sleep on the soft clouds,

with a blanket of black night

and stars above.

Perhaps,

up in the sky with the wind,

I could breathe a little easier.

The air would kiss my lips,

and put life into my lungs.

I wouldn't notice

if it left them. 

hang me in the air