Descriptions

Brown Chair-
Five wheels on the bottom connected to a rotatable middle stem piece that leads to a black bottom of the seat of the brown cushioned chair that has a back similar to it and on the right hand side there is a black handle that lets you move the chair up and down to the correct height for you.

Henna on my Hand-
Chocolate brown swirls of smoke and fire flowing gracefully like trickles of water across the pale tanness of my skin. In the turns and twists of smoke I lose myself in the gentle beauty of its simplicity.

How you would describe air?
-Its the space between you and me, as you breath deeply you feel the fullness it makes in your lungs yet as you sigh in remembrance of a better time you are amazed at the emptiness i leaves inside you.
-Summer sir is full of heat that weighs down on your shoulders and fills you with a feeling of drowsiness and comfort. The chilly winter air is sharp as an icicle that leaves a sting across your cheek and has you gasping for breath.

When a Brick Becomes a Feather, When a Fire Becomes Snow

In that moment
That the sickness finally struck
I knew what it felt like
To be a brick and a feather
A blazing inferno and a chilling snowstorm

It was as though I was a bird
Caught in the midst of a blizzard
Tossed about from side to side
Fragile, weak
The cold piercing deep inside
Straight to my heart and soul
There was no escaping it
The prison of white surrounding me
I was held captive until the end
Where I was but a pile of feathers
Unable to move
Lost in the fields of snow

I felt as though I was the brick walls
Of a burning building
Blazing from the heat within
Stuck fast where I stood
Unable to get away
Heavy, unmovable
Around me everything is a blur
The fire consuming me
Putting me in a delirium
Eventually I fell hard
Unable to pick myself up
Because I was but a pile of brick
Lost in the rumble of destruction

Amongst all the burning heat and the freezing coldness
The weakness and inability to help myself
It was almost easy to forget who I was