Feb 09

Ceiling Paint

My happiness sticks to the ceiling
like it was glued there
when the house was built.

Almost as if it was meant
to float to the sky
but instead got caught tightly
in the hands of reality.

I peeled it off today. 
You like the look of clean white paint
so close to the sky.
And, I'll admit,
it does kinda look like the clouds...
I might actually like it. 

I'm not sure you understand
how good it feels
to have that part of me
back in my chest. 


 
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