driving today was like a dream
where the world went by
in a stream of sparkling sunbursts
and the voice in my mind
sang along with its glittery existence
and I thought about the windowpanes
and my red string bikini
and you...
and as I burst through the rooftop
exploding
volume as loud as it could go
sun as hot as it could be
time almost stood still
warm breeze shooting past my ears
it's time for new holes
and new dreams.
so there's a chapter being closed
half packed, half assed
stopping for naps and love letters
and whatever else I find along the way
struggling not to need as much
to not do this the way I'm used to
have less need less
to be point less
staring out at something
dreaming
divorced from my troubled mind
fears and lifelessness pushed aside
still and
dreaming
with fingertips pressed to the glass...
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