I have expanded through one million dimensions and still I remain flat. Paper walls surrender my paper heart to the words that erase themselves with age.
If there is meaning I find it meaningless unless you got it right in one guess. Can you feel blood in my lost chest as it circulates? Maybe that's a mistake.
Do dead men tell no tales or maybe they spin them lacking air to rattle through ragged dead lungs still pink yet misunderstood? Dust that settles behind twinkling stars lets me down above this silent neighborhood.
I think we all grow up to be pirates, Y'know the kind that the Pan hates? Betraying our childhood dreams and aspirations for backgreens and exasperations.
If this ship is sinking I want to be the anchor, watch it all crash down in slow motion, while it buries me at the bottom of your endless ocean. Tick, tick, tick. The clock have ceased their tocks.
Cover to cover I think I have found another darling. Can this tale continue to spin while the world above changes page by page?
Exploring stories that stand up to the test of time. Peter Pan has always been a fascinating idea to me. Thank you for reading!