Moody Blue

Entangled in the string of the paper kite, I float close to the sky, afraid of falling to the ground. Entangled in the string of my paper heart, I float close to you, afraid of falling to the... ground that takes us, ground that drains us, ground that carries us, ground where I walk, broken, over shards of squared cement. Entangled in the string of paper from my blue sky, where my fears of falling drift. Entangled in the heart of my frayed pages, floating in the words I am too afraid to say. To the ground, I cast the first stone of what is yet to come, and I am all stone: a shard of cement, a broken pavement, squared, numbered, waiting for the string to snap. Entangled in the string of my blue paper kite, threading the sky like a needle Entangled in the string. Entangled in the string.