A swing

surge of emotions swinging high in me, those high tides bringing me close to the unsubstantial side of mine. the side where my world is rainbow lit, grass isn't greener on one side but seems green on all the sides, dawning sun meeting the dusky moon, stars at my finger's reach . but the very next moment my swing vacillates and brings me up close and personal to the abject face. grass has dried up, sunshine occult ed, stars all burned out. furrows on my head not erased but faded out , shrouded with the dust of the hard times. my heart keeps pounding looking for a way in between, where a balance between the unrealistic and the realistic an be struck. station where stars can't be alluded but can be extended to, sun's not kissing the moon but still both enlightening my space, grass isn't green wholly but is fresh enough to soothe my bare foot. where air isn't lifting me up high but isn't stale, it's freshness can lift up my spirits. a place where i can be very much me with those gay and grim moods of mine without fear or any apprehension.