When your rising voices waft to my ears, I can barely breathe.
I do not know who I am.
Your fingertips graze me but never hold on.
Like cold feet by a fireplace.
Sometimes, you can’t find yourself
Without getting just a little lost.
I spin happiness like cotton candy
Transparent words that you can
They will not catch you.
They are fairytales woven not out of thread
But out of sugar.
Voices whisper in your ear
Paint paper paths that your tiny feet cannot reach.
They show you how to climb branches on a tree
But the limbs might break.
Where will you be?
What will you do next?

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)