Cloudkitty

The white fluffy clouds puff around the edges of the window.
The bright blue sky erupts with power.
Fiercely the plane wing cuts through the air.
The window is open, like a canvas.
A canvas of travel,
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I'm standing here and the crowd is yelling at me,
screaming to protest, to fight.
But I'm just standing here,
a brick,
a frozen piece of ice,

Just leave me alone,
I mumble and push through the crowd. 
What!

One little spark lights up the forest.
It grows bigger and bigger as it climbs the poor trees,
oaks
cedars,
pines.
It devours the brown, dry leaves from Autumn.
It creates a path of burning, smoking ashes.
Hot,
smoldering

My sweat drips off of me, 
like Winter's tears.
The heat is suffocating,
traveling down my neck and choking me.
A longing for something,
cold comes fierce and sharp as
I pant. 
The bugs rain down on me,

fear·less
/ˈfirləs/
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adjective
Meaning: lacking fear.

You wake up each morning ready to face the day,
you smile. You wear a mask. You wake up and are happy. That's Fearless.

Its the wind,
it's carrying me away from all this madness I think.
But no,
it's carrying me over our little town.
It shows me, people, too close on blankets,
and people walking to close together.