I have to find my feet then and there.
There are clouds passing underneath
Not that I’m flying
I’m standing. Still.
A thick heavy smoke rolls on the ground
Forming a veil between me and my feet
I can still feel them.
They are not cut off
But I can still feel losing them.
Or them being fixed and me
Moving forward to tumble down an imaginary stairs.
I can try to fend away these clouds
Again who knows if I wouldn’t fall over
I’m just breaking the sentences for comfort
For having not to be long boring view of clouded words or a word cloud
I go trawling with my hands to find words or rather meaning
But it’s so rare to come across meaning
Words are harder.
So I’m standing still
For everyone to watch
Not that they are watching
May be if I close my eyes…
I still would need to find my feet.