I'm all hair blowing in the wind and blue eyes blue skies bright days of sun and laughter and the only ones who matter. Blue sweater grey scarf bipolar weather easy turf where everything is honest and I can just be me even if me is crazy and impossible to nail down. I want free days and open nights, stars and your cute words bringing smiles to my lips every moment I'm awake and this is good because I don't need it, I'm not staking it out or leading myself into disaster, for now I am the master of these feelings light like feathers, untethered and billowing beneath to catch my fall. Softness, rag doll, gutless, my fault. But I accept it all.