i like to lay awake at night,
with goosebumps along my arms
from the open windows, and i like to
with numb-as-my-mind skin wonder.
encapsulating my weak bones
because i can.
i like to sit on windowsills,
facing the sky and the ground and the in - between
i like to and put my toes on the roof,
wander. so it looks like i'm about to jump
but i'm just fooling the world into
thinking its won.
i like to think a lot,
until my thoughts have lost their way.
i like to dream a lot,
until my hopes are nothing if not frayed.
i like to wonder internally
and wander physically.
i like to pretend and create;
i like to believe in the
unbelieveable;
i like to put my very essence into
words and use them to
paint my canvasses; every single
one of them.
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious