muzzlepup

I wanna play on white puffy clouds, floating carelessly in the wind,
invisible hands lightly holding me up;
the sun makes me squint, its heat radiates through this broken shell;
a limbo in Raybans and infinite smiles.

Sensations long forgotten awake from within;
Cracks and crevices of broken memory,
victimized, stained, abused and disdained.

Learning to walk again, tethered no more,
leaving nothing behind.
Dust and footprints...
I depart from the ground, into clouds, white puffy animal shaped clouds,
breathing, living;
Dying...
Happy?