Running in my weightless place.

I have spent to long, Stuck among blank picture frames and half said words Spent a life time kicking my feet through thoughts of confusion ,my ten sad toes always missing the point of walking ran for 9131.0625 forever's to never drift an inch while my tired eyes watched 25 years of mirrors that moved to fast to reflect and books of dreams written in foreign letters.....Running in my weightless place I watched a life that stopped moving to see everything, It mused at the picture frames and finished speaking the half said words. It read all the books and danced among the mirrors laughing at its self, it had ten toes that were happy to walk and eyes that were full of life, It no longer cared about the books or picture frames it only cared that it was walking and playing among the mirrors. That life could see more than my eyes could it played as if it were not in my same weightless place it made silly faces at mirrors and laughed It placed all the frames in a line and burned all the books, My feet stopped running and my eyes closed for a rest...I looked to see my playful new friend when my eyes opened I was in a beautiful new place made of paper trees and on these trees were all the picture frames and mirrors, my friend the new life took my hand and walked with me to the picture frames to display my life and what it had not become then walked with me to the mirrors where I saw only our faces, my toes my eyes and my self stood confused.....suddenly my new friend made a silly face and we burst into laughter we spent days taking turns making faces and laughing and never looked at the picture frames again.

I will never run again, I will never make another frame or book and I will never miss another chance to make a silly face in a mirror