Come into my World

I’m feeling a little high, , and i wrote this right now. I was so passionate about it and im faded, and im up at 3am doing this. hope you appreciate this endeavor.

I wanna get high in the sky, like take a hot air balloon to the clouds and beyond. It will take me to my iWorld, a perfect planet for me. When I land, I am greeted by warm weather, near 78 degrees like Carson home, clean air will fill my lungs which has been so tainted with LA’s smog. A bright blue beautiful sky maps the sights above me, clouds shaped masterfully like God’s fingers personally, perfectly crafted white and grey portraits of my heroes: my mom, my lolo, and you.  My feet are tickled by the soft, green gross and my eyes take the pleasure of seeing the sights in front of me: a peaceful lake and accompanying it, two large, humble trees sitting, and a gorgeous golden span of plains completing my perfect horizon. I approach the majestic trees and create a canopy from the rope i found. I lay on my new bed, swinging with glee like I use to when I was a child. I just made a gigantic kite, made from blue, red, yellow and white papers, creating a flag and I hung it on my tree and saw my Filipino flag float proudly. I walk towards the lake, so clear I can see the sandy floor so alive with seahorses and wild alpha fish. The schools of fish move in unison make rainbows jet-streaming through the water like a laster show underwater. I can also see my reflection, but not as my present self, but myself with a carefree smile, with my old mushroom cut hair, and missing front teeth, a smile you can only get seasonal. During the best time in the year as an innocent child: the holidays. Kind of like now, do you remember that feeling? I can smell the humbling smells, the scents mix of cinnamon and rice and Christmas trees, and that sense is entwined with another, that of sounds: joyous choruses of the Jackson 5 christmas tape playing bolstered by me and my family’s laughter. I nap till sunset, which I quickly arise for. Something I didn’t wanna miss seeing. A sunset on the perfect day, feels like seeing the face of your first love for the very first time. That feeling where you say to yourself, you are going to be the one I fall in love with first, while staring into their soul, which wrapped around her rhythmic pulsing heart, harmoniously with the chorus of your heart.  You only get that feeling once, and I was lucky enough to see two; her and this sunset. The sun dozed itself leisurely into its slumber, and its rays retracted to their source, symbolizing the finale of day, and the grand entrance of night. The sky becomes a slow churning kaleidoscope of bright blue, to yellow, orange, red, then turquoise mixed with deep purple, and the two majestic trees light up with its christmas lights. In this mystical night sky, the stars are plentiful, each looking more dazzling than the next. They shimmered like glass pedals encrusted with a diamond stigma. Perfect roses. The meteor shower streaks the sky nimbly at first, then slowly begins to fade. Or my eyes began to close, either one, I couldn’t remember. As my eyes rested, I thought of these perfect stars. And I could only think of you. And I realized, this world is flawed. It’s perfectly missing you, the only thing to complete my fairy tale. But here you seem so far, and I want you to be right here, cuddling next to me, with not a worry in any world. All that matters here, is us. It is difficult I know, I understand there are obstacles in your world, and you keep doubt close to you. We are in two different leagues. The past pains and sorrows scar you to remind you that even in a seemingly perfect world, there are always things that may ruin it. But even with this perfect world, I’d still let it go if that meant there is still a chance of us. I’d give up my perfect world, if I can just be a part of yours.

love,

stay fly

ps: wanna get away with me?

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