go ahead

the words I write project their light
between me and the window to the sky
such privacy between me and 30,000 feet
below
a horizon of blue green orange
til the colors have enough of eachother
and the shadows that once obeyed the sun
run rampant and free
the darkness sees only possibility

so here it is, filling up the darkness
engulfing my small light
poking fun in a shy and hopeful way
saying to me
open up, go ahead
so it got me thinking... what would I say everyday
if I was drunk enough on living
to let every thought slide on its way
to the ears of any potential listener
i think embarrassment would be too timid to make itself red in my cheeks.
we'd welcome in every possibility
not one instinct refused
i think we humans live inside each other
so that the ability of someone else to speak up
creates desire to do so in my case.
all this empty space
pulling the frame of my face towards the only other face i'd like to see
empowering,
so why is it that i flood my conscience with distractions
pretending like my one intention doesn't exist
breaking it to the fraction of a glance
that i don't want this to be a passing chance