better off…not me…

i can hear it,

across a sea of whimsy

across an ocean of tears

held on a breath of circumstance

and in the arms of what a dream can be

a silence deafening

a roar of distant wanting

like a lost child

in a crowd of strangers

i will love you

i will always love you

and look to the sky

and dream to fly

in clouds of white

away from the here and now

the lowliness of being

that person that was simply

not me.

 

 

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