without a parachute

shadows are dancing between my eyes, as  I’m gliding around the world trying to get in my tears, once burning, now turn to ice frost biting my face, as I notice your cloudy whispers your colors seem so jagged, yet,  I want to be part of your circle of pigeons I’m falling into this ravine  someone, please open a door

the sparkles in my eyes seem frail tattered and torn and ripped at the seams useless,              nameless,                              faceless,                                             and lonely… and crying and crying and crying and drowning