I am merely nebulous.
Unformed, and floating
Around and around my own head like particles of dust.
I used to see myself at night.
I fell over my body
Softly,
Softly,
confetti,
snow.
My soul was glitter in the air;
it floated away from me
When I tried to catch it.
--T. A. B. 4-4-13
Dang. Golden.
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