Ethereal
I close my mind and my eyelids remember sunflowers.
my fingertips reminisce the top of sun soaked country road pavement.
my back still feels the sun
my ears memorize the breeze of windows down, 55, Hozier blaring.
But the feilds must be rainy, because my cheeks are wet.
My body remembers the why, but my camera remembers the sunshine and smiles.
Liberations favorite companion is loneliness.
This poem is about:
Me