The end came and left, I was biting my nails. Waiting for progress, in a world already dead. Hoping for change and viewing the end. Sometimes my heart misses pulses and my dreams leave tied to sails.
Sometimes in some of my dreams I remind myself of a picture I’ve seen of a child floating away with her hand held tight to balloons. She floats to the sky ’til she’s gone. I grab those balloons at times I feel most alone and escape.
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