Scary Thoughts? Read Count : 27
Category : Poems
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Colored leaves elegantly float along the top coat of the ocean, after falling from the tallest trees, yet if I were to jump from the highest bridge, I'd eventually sink to the bottom.
Birds can fly thousands of feet high, but if I were to try, I'd probably crash and die.
The sky is really white, but appears to have turned blue, and it's been up there for centuries, but if my face turns blue, it means I've stopped breathing, and from there, I'd probably end up sleeping. Permanently.