Floating away, listless,
Beyond consciousness
Landing on the clouds
Threading my fingers in

Sun dousing me with fire
Light making me sparkle
I am engulfed with a storm,
The newness melting like sugar

Caramel―without its tight grip
Hard cinnamon roll, hitting
Foreign feelings rooted inside,
The sun's in my chest

I am a star in the midnight sky,
Wrapped in an untouchable heat
Small holes sneak in―and slowly
The bubble bursts

Lethargic and lifeless
Sometimes drowsing, pondering
Rational, yet the most irrational
Pointed fingers,
Never wanted to be pointed at

Chocolate brown, hair
Slivers of gold, dulled
Stardust remnants on my skin
Flames at the tips of my hand

Put out by water, drenched
Now shards of glass, going for me
Locked in a cell of iron
With a key I hid myself,
But of which I have no memory