lung -moving ☆☆☆

The lung of the bus

Like two bodies hugging together

Coming to a close

And the smell of dust

the smell that there have been people 

and places to collect it (what a comfort)

And small sunlight slips through spring leaves

And colourful laces holding togheter shoes, 

and the hopes of a single world

Or many maybe

Of where you will go and the people on that road

Each one a pearl and petal of their own

I never knew the many interesting things that could happen in such a passing pocket of time

Colourful glass in the windows i pass

And in the morning, the sky will be pink

And I will wake to it

Again

To another day 

in a room that smells like sleep i will lift my heavy feet

/(Trying to lift my arms and heavy feet)

I want to live it

To feel the pink and see the moving breaths of others

My life moving, like the shapes of the sun 

Its okay to love something new

To losen the tread that has been so tight

Red, warm and bright

But that pulled at the head, arms and thighs

It is okay to be something else

To love the city that before poisoned you

Let slip that floating thing, resistance somewhere in your heart root

To float, to just feel and love no matter what thought you were

and what you ought to love (and not)