I only get letters from the hospital
Hello wild, gentle, thoughtful, perfect day;
Someone to lie on grass with
Someone to be silent with
Someone to speak the world with
and the made up things in our brains
Some things that speak to me
people sleeping on trains
paths through fields that lead into trees
people sleeping on grass
balconies
rooftops from trains
all the lives that keep passing me each day
i wish i could know every one
I wish I knew everyone
Paths and village roads
lives from the window
I wish I could live
Luggage on chairs
But the people waiting on platforms are so beautiful
"Last night i dreamt that i drenched myself in heavy rain
And you wrote a poem like you were throwing words onto a page
And i spoke them out loud because i already knew what you wanted to say"
In the night id like to catch a train
run away
I think i would like to not be alone
where are you
I don't want to go home
Often I feel this
I'm not ready to go home
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
I only get letters from the hospital
Hello wild, gentle, thoughtful, perfect day;
Someone to lie on grass with
Someone to be silent with
Someone to speak the world with
and the made up things in our brains
Some things that speak to me
people sleeping on trains
paths through fields that lead into trees
people sleeping on grass
balconies
rooftops from trains
all the lives that keep passing me each day
i wish i could know every one
I wish I knew everyone
Paths and village roads
lives from the window
I wish I could live
Luggage on chairs
But the people waiting on platforms are so beautiful
"Last night i dreamt that i drenched myself in heavy rain
And you wrote a poem like you were throwing words onto a page
And i spoke them out loud because i already knew what you wanted to say"
In the night id like to catch a train
run away
I think i would like to not be alone
where are you
I don't want to go home
Often I feel this
I'm not ready to go home
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