It's the colors running from a little girl's hands as she washes them
After coloring with washable markers all over the walls
It's those streaks that create the morning sky
And the morning mist
There's something so…wonderful
About the morning air…
Everything but the sun.
It just screams through my open window
And outlines my body in black shadows
And I can't do anything but run.
Once around my neighborhood.
My body is so focused on making sure
That I am okay,
Making sure that I can still take in oxygen
And that my legs don't give out on me
That I don't think at all
I don't feel
In moments I just collapse
But as the sweat runs down my face
Somehow I just feel…so alive.
This is what I call