Ashes grey as your hair
gently falls on your toes.

Dust just laying on your eye
starts to sink in the tear.

Balloons as playful as your mind
flies away from the alarm.

Candy melting in your fists,
because they don’t exist.

Smoke just touching your skin
with a shameless sin.

And you opened your fists
went down low
just to hug the grass.

Inhaling the dirt
made your mind inert.

And you ask me:
where? I’m lost.
And I answer you:
There. In you.

Find it and let go.
Hide it and off you go.