i want to wash my skin with white clouds;
wash until they feel the insides of me so deeply
they cry upon my skin; until they are heavy
and gray with my sadness;
until they are empty of the weight
of the sky above them;
blue by day, black by night.
I want to move like the wind,
so i can feel what it is like
to move through all there is.
i want to know what it is like
to be free.