Standing on tiptoes,
I yearn
to reach higher
than clouds
blooming
in jeweled blossoms.
A magical mixture of madness, inspiration, dream, creativity,
and an uncompromising, bitter taste of blackberries.
Feeling sad,
I sit by the sea,
then look at the sky,
it’s imitating me.
Fresh, young, clean eating, and chemical free.
Healthy, nauseous, envious, alive.
Jewels, eyes, and Earth.
