i contemplate leaving everyday
just floating away in a field of blossoms
like i never existed in the first place;
to be erased like beach waves
on footprints.
to fade like an echo.
to let go of everything worthy enough to be thought of and burst my bubbles of dreams and aspirations, pin in hand.
to write myself away like waves and sand.
what fun it would be..
but you would have to come with me.
YOU ARE READING
PILLOW
Poetrywhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
