I am a girl who day dreams of running away.
Pack a few things and come what may.
Scatter my words into the wind like the left over dust of a life that was never to be.
And if I would, I could split apart -
be here, be there
when the sun crests the mountains and the valleys are crushing me out of reality, heavy with the weight of perspective infinity.
-I would.
I would slip beyond my mind, like silk screens wrapping
my hands
up, bound
down to
the earth
away
from the
beat of
my oth-
-er heart.
The miles fail my memory. Mark the odometer because I only remember the smell of hunting my spirit in the redwoods. I feel the crunch and hear the passion under boots as I stand on a Mobius Arch becoming one completely undone like all the other girls waiting for the words to take us away to the crystal castles promised by all those midnight tales.
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