..but go jump into the clouds that dot the sky like stained yellow mushroom tops, yellow because we never stop throwing bouquets of smog skyward expecting it all to disappear, dissipate. but it doesn't and then we wonder why, why there are so many floods and rains and storms and winds and quakes and giant waves that try to reach the sky and wash it clean but they never get quite high enough before they start to fall the sky stays yellow with its dandelion weeds and daffodil sculptures stretching for miles into open air that isn't air anymore but a swirling mass of dense blanket moving to cover the earth and smother the little breath we have left.
sometimes i cough myself to sleep and my chest feels full of rocks. like plato's cave, crumbling into what i once believed to be true but then i went outside and saw shadows and it was all so confusing because that wasn't how it was supposed to be.