Ebb and Flow

sometimes i feel stagnant,

like a little pond.

sometimes i feel tiny

and very full from life

like a balloon.

red and fiery hot.

yellow and mellow.

blue and numb.

i feel lots of things

all the time.

sometimes they’re

overwhelming.

sometimes underwhelming.

it’s always different

everyday.

i wonder if others out there

are like me.

wonder if other people think about

far off places

new colors

raw nerves

nails raking over a chalkboard.

and find themselves

relating to water.

and the moon.

i hope they are out there

like stars in the sky.

a still yet,

ever moving

night sky.