7.10.11

wanderlust.

they asked me where i was going and i cried never never land
fat dreams rolling down my collar bone and transforming into wings
hanging off my fingertips like dead weight

"think happy thoughts"

the words wrap around me like a python
gently squeezing, gently suffocating
and with this I jump--
because pixie dust is overrated.

2 comments:

Write your thoughts kindly, ... or at least as thoughtfully as you possibly could.