Comfort comes in waves
And when it recedes I’m left flopping like beached whales
Suffocating due to my own mass

Like leaves trapped in a vortex of wind my thoughts race around me in a swirl, pelting me with dirt.

A cool wind
Caresses me like a lovers cool hands
On my hot skin, I sweat
To lay my head on a pillow of snow
To melt and disappear where the icicles go
Glitter drops from the sky like god was playing with arts and crafts

What a joy
To fall softly and delicately
Like a feather on the blue sky
Dipping and swaying
An emotional dance
To the music of the sun

If I were to be a pond
Each conversation would be a stone
Cast into me, leaving ripples that flow
Backwards and onto themselves
Over and over again until the still silence
Only echoes the ripple while every stone remains