Miyazaki and Me
Sep 17 · 1 min read
distinctively alive
I remember being alive
breeze between your fingers
small, prickly stones on your bare foot sort of alive
shimmer world shimmer
clouds are waves crashing
on distant shores of reality
trapped air in my lung screams
am i alive?
green is the color below
or is it above?
ghibli did you paint my life?
did i always know how to fly?
this evening never really ends
twilight at the horizon
my vision follows the broad strokes
of an unfinished, painted sky
right before i closed my eyes
i found myself wondering
has this always been there
while I hid behind the humdrum of the daily?
