Halves of Me - Paperback

by Natalie J. Clark (Author)

Falling

You've dipped the world in fire

Tints of orange, blood, sunshine, rust, heat

It's like when the morning fog coats the grass

Nothing clearly visible except the sun

Nothing else matters except the sun

In this case you are the sun

But it doesn't feel like you're falling

It feels like you're sinking up to the clouds

Surrounded by blinding pastel colors

That make up the sun's arrival

You can't possibly leave

For you are the sun.