poisenedkiss07
A parachute of green, looking over the others. Sometimes it dies slowly; it watches its parts fall to the ground in a whirl of gold, yellow, red. Held up by a tall brown rod, it sits and oversees it's children. A tree.
high above me, tall, aluminum things, shiny wings, tinted ceilings. Who hided there? Who dwells in the lit rooms late at night when no one is around? Are those my secrets? I seek thee all into the night, above me. I will wait down here.