I wanted to sleep out there,
under the hanging trees,
and let them wrap their locks around me,
under the stars,
and I wanted to go swimming,
in the moonlight,
against the current and in search of a green light,
but I needed to sleep a bit more,
and I was so grateful for it,
because I knew I could do this a little better than before,
and I wanted to float on here,
without you,
or a raft of any kind,
and I wanted to be able to shut my eyes without worrying I wouldn't wake up,
because one day,
I needed to find my way back to the clock,
to the inside of that house,
and I wanted the trip to be something else,
something I could write about,
something no one would believe was about me
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