Washington Poetry, Drawing, Writing stories, not everyone makes a living out of these 3 things, but then life would be boring. 10 followers / 525 words
Why can't I be a bird? I look to the tree outside thinking "What a perfect place to be" Inside the dome of leaves the branches make. The tree is on a hill near the ocean. Its fall, leaving the leaves red so I think of me becoming a bird. In front of everyone, becoming a bird my clothes would fall to the floor and a bird would be in my place i would fly out the window and into the tree.
I Had A Dream the most wonderful dream it was you and me we were kissing, i felt like flying but that's only how it seemed we have'nt been together in a long time I felt like flying, I wanted to climb! "I Love you" Oh those words Oh how i love you too but now i wake to see my ceiling and all i have left is this empty feeling