marshmallow clouds don’t stick to me
I woke up with sticky eyes and frizzy hair
but he saw a different me
He saw something deeper
he found a beautiful sparkle in my eyes and tiny curls among the mess of frizzy locks.
I learned a number today
and surprisingly it did not pound through my head like an angry tribal drum.
It passed off my shoulder
how is the weather today?
It was because he prepared me, he protected me, like always.
The cloudy are sticky like marshmallows this soft breezy morning, but they don’t stick to me.