I want to drown in this world.
I want to stay up late and wake up early and let the world tear my mind apart.
I want it all;
Grass under your feet and bug bites and roses and bonfire smoke and stubbed toes and laugh lines.
Freckles and scars and wrinkles and tan lines.
Mindless hours, chores, schoolwork.
Climbing trees and scraped knees and shivers and goosebumps.
Compliments and insults and indifference.
Lazy days and challenges.
So if you ever hear me complain, I don’t mean it.
I never meant it.
I asked for every second of this.
I want to drown in this world, fill my lungs and heart with it.
Take it in until I’m full, and then some.
Until whoever I was before is a thousand pieces across the earth.
Until who she was is dust in the wind and grass underfoot.
Not for any hatred of who I am,
But for a love of this wonderful world.
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the angst album
Non-FictionA collection of the little things I write, some poems, some those scrolling paragraphs I can't ever seem to escape. Here is my heart, and since you are a stranger you cannot hurt me with it. Vote if you like, don't vote if you don't, hell you could...
