He fears reality
so he goes off to a land
that is his own
He fears feelings
so he runs off
several times a day
& still he seems to feel
nothing
He puffs out clouds
from his very soul
and with every cloud
he feels ecstasy
with every ounce of it
he runs
f a r t h e r and f a r t h e r.
I know I barely know him
but I want to though
I want to know even the parts of him
that never get to see the light.
With me
he wont need to run
he can just
stay
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
He fears reality
so he goes off to a land
that is his own
He fears feelings
so he runs off
several times a day
& still he seems to feel
nothing
He puffs out clouds
from his very soul
and with every cloud
he feels ecstasy
with every ounce of it
he runs
f a r t h e r and f a r t h e r.
I know I barely know him
but I want to though
I want to know even the parts of him
that never get to see the light.
With me
he wont need to run
he can just
stay
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