Smoke

The smoke curls around me, encircles me

Pushed and Pulled, Up and Back

My best thoughts begin to trickle out

I focus on the biggest concepts and concerns that plague my mind

Thoughts that are like a familiar old face

Thoughts that are like a young flower, opening up to taste the sun

The smoke is indigo, violet and a pale blue

I can imagine I'm anything

I can imagine I'm dancing, spinning, fast

So fast I feel free

Free from everything

I breath in, inhaling the softness that ripples through me

Warm, Comforting, Holding

©Written by Kimberly Heard