perspective.

because once and a while, i drop the world drop. i let it hit my toes as it rolls around the room. i watch it bounce off walls and get stuck in hidden corners. but i always run to catch it when it starts going out the door. i sit, holding my feet, smiling down at my home. i watch them all just walk around, not knowing i am here. they go inside houses and come out not hours later, with hair all done and nails still wet, if only they knew how silly they looked. i watch them all hiding behind buildings and wearing colored wigs, i see them spilling drinks, words and themselves, onto streetcorners and allys. they pass out for days, but i know they'll get up sooner or later. then if not i pick them up, with the tippy tops of my fingers, and i drop the softly down to where i know they should be. it's true, im no longer "under the weather," but when your drool counts as rain, it doesnt really matter.