The Anomaly of Teenage Angst

Vibrant

Swirls of technicolor invaded my mind

Pulsing kaleidoscopes helped me forget

The fumes pumping in and out of my flesh

Slowly rotting, sweetly entranced

Hardened to stone 

Rooted to the earth.

But the view, oh, the sky! 

At least I can imagine that I caressed such beauty

And knew what it meant to be on fire

Without ever burning. 

This earth may be hollow

But gravity 

Is just too sweet

To ever

Let 

Go.