astral

[bemyloverboy]

theres a pair of red and white mens socks i refuse to put on
and matching pillow cases i refuse to lay my head upon

love makes my bedroom become a sad memory

i have so much walking to do
not enough running
not enough hand holding
not enough heads in hands
where did romance run
and can i get on that race?

sylvia says that we leave our bodies
two to three times a week while we dream
just ask god to let you remember where you go, she said
where will i fly tonight?
a los angeles celebrity mansion
a boy's bedroom
the streets of paris
my grandfathers grave
or maybe i'll stay right here;
exactly where i am supposed to be
exactly where i don't want to be

astral project me to a better place
if only with eyes closed.