sharkcuddles

My memories criss cross
Across 
The endless space of my brain.
They’re sticky.
They carry weight.
My memories of the house 
Carry the taste of roasted marshmallows,
Piping hot.
My memories of before

How?
That one word
Richoches inside
My head. 
How has our world become 
This corrupted? And
As soon
As I
ask
That question, 
An answer 
Comes to me. 
Us. Humans.

A gray sky dappled with pale yellow light,
Morning dewdrops shining like diamonds on every leaf,
A warm golden glow around the curtains,
The rich smell of coffee and pancakes,
Those hours before the air turns hot,

When other people look at my favorite tree, they just see a tree.

But when I look up at it’s canopy, it’s a blanket, covering the sky.

When I climb it’s thick, strong, branches, it’s a place to play.