what smiles make me think about

Living the life that made me again but I am different now even if I don't feel that way. It is undeniable. It is the way of the world. It is the way the earth moves. It is the way bodies sway. It is the way the world has unwound before me and as I walked in circles, new paths formed but I didn't take them, even the ones I did take never met my footprints, hopping on stones like a child, like the child, like me, like how I am never growing up, like how I see that in you, like how I hate that I don't even know you at all. In the way things go, this is how we ended up, and I am looking at the sky and seeing a reflection of the way I didn't go, the way maybe I ran away or maybe, for the sake of my sanity, I walked slowly in the direction of what I needed. I'm not sure yet how I ended up here or what it was exactly, just when you told me we belonged there, I knew I had to go. Constantly on a mission to prove I am air, I am movement, I do not belong anywhere, I am unchained, I am untrainable, I am in the wide sky with wings spread and when I look down, I will not see you holding me by kite strings: I will see the world looking up at me shouting "glorious birds, glorious birds!" and they will know what you never figured out. The world is waiting for your miracle and I am just sitting in the living room wearing sparkle tights and being happy to know that I know nothing. If the sky chooses to fall into my chicken soup, I will just be glad to have anything at all.