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Apr 03, 2009 08:40

my eyes are drawn up
up
up

i want to stretch my wings and make them real
lift myself into the bottomless blue and sail forever

i can't help feeling all my happiness is make believe
imaginary
like my car's personality
or
a character from game night

illusionary
which means at any moment i will open my eyes and realize
i am full of pain
with nothing can change it
nothing will stop it

so i try to ignore my brain,
and look up
up
up
again
wishing my wings were real
so i could embrace eternity among the clouds

melancholia &/or angst, words paint my world

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