Balloon

Sometimes I think I can hear my brain working.

Sometimes I’m afraid I can feel my body working.

Sometimes I can taste my feelings going out of my mouth.

Sometimes I feel like I’m sweating life.

My face is so hot.

My memory is so tired.

I have a string that is on a girls finger,

She lets me go,  

air inside me, nothing more, nothing less

I fly full of nothing.

Is she sad because I am leaving?

Or because she lost the power to have me? 

Eyeless I wanna cry

Armless I wanna love

Feetless I wanna walk

I can only go up

to the void above my head.