bursts of orange

Is where you are better for you? Where coloured sand bejewels the breeze Softly whipping through the air Whispering "I acknowledge your soul and I will carry it for you to summers beyond" To which you drop down Free to embody captured gusts of kinfolk and live anew

Are you like me? Cutting yourself with pieces of experience Pieces of eternal silence Wielding bloody bits of your twenties to make patterns for remembrance Vain and selfish strokes but like me, you pray real Or is where you are better for you?