ode to simplicity

writers block

i try to write but my mind draws blank.
the only thing i can think about with undivided attention is how much i wish i were gone.
dreaming of blending in with the wind,
flowing so cinematic with the ocean tides.
how nice it must be to be satisfied with your daily routine.
what's it like looking in the mirror and grinning, without paining a fake smile
over the only sincere thing in my existence; dread, exhaustion, pain.

all day as my fingers fold around the pen, i daydream of the wind.
she carries me far away from my hurt.
from my mother
and my father.
from all my friends.
from my first love.
steady i fly over the world,
for once feeling the power is in my hands.
i fantasize day in and day out
of a life better of this,
yet still, my mind draws blank.