Monday, March 29, 2010

In this middle place

In this middle place
In this place absent from color other than the blue and white of notebook paper and the gray of pencil marks
In this build up of wishing and breathing faster to speed up growing up and out and over the rainbow
I still miss the ocean
And the salt that burned my nose and stung my eyes with waves roaring in my ears that made me forget that people had places at all
It's not jealousy that leaves me itchy to walk somewhere with more colors
It's the loneliness that comes with an imaginary world of living day dreams
When you wish upon a star
You fly a little higher
Look down even slower
Forget that you're still standing
In this middle place

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