The sky is beneath me now.

Clouds float underfoot

Like soft lies i once believed in.

The grounds has vanished

Or maybe it just stopped waiting.

I walk on ceilings

Where light fixtures blink like broken stars.

Rooms spin,

Memories fall out of drawers i never opened.

Names drip from the walls

And none of them are mine.

They say things feel wrong

When you’re not grounded.

But i was never grounded.

I was planted in places that only taught me

How to stay still

And call it safety.

Now,

even gravity refuses me.

And still

Somehow

I rise.

Maybe being upside down

Is just the world turning me

Toward a view i was never allowed to see.

Maybe the fall was never a fall.

Maybe i was climbing all along.