I visited some pieces from 8th grade today. Figure since I haven't posted in a while, I'll get lazy and post one now.
I float into the room
White, light, flight
Raucous laughter, questions inquiring
A gust keeps me going
Onward I travel
Across carpets, through floors
Into the wild I escape
Ready to lay my seed
Until another white wind blows
Mother's breath, fast and cold
Forever traveling, always descending
Away I run into the world
Waiting for his grasp, shiny and cool
Drowned forever, forever moving.
