----------FLair----

I run, move, glide at 60 miles per hour
on the high of feelings long forgotten
  a hundred thousand lights of every size and color
couldn\'t tell you of it\'s brilliance..
as they whiz around my head like their late
for their own funeral..
  kinda like the way your breath danced in a certain
self-involving flair, declaring it\'s invisible beauty
in a way that etches on my skin like words on a tombstone
declaring it\'s end as it floats away into the darkness
  Black.
when formed together, like a kalidiscope mirror.
still doesn\'t show.
I jump inside this comfort like a bed of stars
  light poking holes of happiness into this life.
it feels like two sweaters on a hot day
and my childhood.
naive and indifferent and wonderful
  And though my legs are moving forward
the scenery seems to move backward
into the crisp sparky air I float upwards
and slowly dance away
  into your arms with a certain
self-involved flair, merging
into this wonderland.
I sometimes forget.