(set to "triple triple cheese" by nelick)

a long
and slow
journey
inside of a water balloon that wont break
like water
ejected back into the earth
like the first flight of a dove
finally exposed
to the tosses and turns of life
with the ability to turn away
when things get bad
with so much strength
that mistakes are a celebration
and not something to worry about
like the soft teacher
who encouraged your exploration
instead of punishing you for it
like the people who believed you
without questioning you
their direct beam of love
so vibrant and clear
that you dont even see it
until you are out
until you have time to think
when there is no more passive pain
and no more confusion to logic your way out of
a real human being
is what it feels like
like crying in the rain
or in a snow storm
your salted tears are washed away by mother nature
your eyelids
no longer raw
from your finger tips
no longer swollen
from the amount you kept in
you exist
in a world
that was always ready for you