I wonder if it starts above my head,
if i can reach up and touch it.
Of course then i realise that you are not in the sky untill you can taste the blue.
Sometimes i have clouds inside my head, swirling, grey and tense.
As soft as they are they are always tense.
Anticipation for precipitation.
Rain on the way, ready to drown out my senses.
Do you ever wonder why you tell yourself that some of the voices in your head are right and some are wrong? which voice is it that decides?
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