the end of the paper.

[moonshinemuse]

the murmurs rose to chatters that went across, to and fro, above my head.
you can shut your eyes, but you can't close your ears; i had to leave.
outta the place, away from the crowd, away from all the rights that will make mine wrong.

but i am still here, not nearly far enough.
in this fervent rat race, paperchase.
fly me a plane, and take me away.

Comments

[postscriptlove]

i just realized that your hands are incredibly small!

[moonshinemuse]

wow you react fast. i just posted this entry! i'm short, you know.