I want to take a gulp full of air as my head hangs over the edge.
I want my hair to stand on end and goosebumps to appear all over my skin.
I want my rapidly beating heart to burst out of my chest and fly off into the wind.
I want to see so much land, so much space that I can't breathe.
I want my tears and sobs to turn into melodies you'll hear in the distance.
I want candles to go out on their own.
I want the wind to stop blowing.
                                                    The trees to stop twisting.
                                                       ­  The flowers to stop whistling.
                                                      ­         Keep the bugs from crawling, the birds from chirping.
                                                       ­               I want my throat full of words so it will pour from my lips and drain onto the ground from my agape mouth.
I want my eyes vacant and my shoulders to slump.
I want darkness and light to collide above me, and I'll never see it.
I want to feel small.
I want to feel big.
I want to be here and hidden too.
                                                            ­          I want every inch of me inspected with a fine toothed comb.  
                                                         ­                  I want every part of me accounted for.
                                                            ­                    Music all around me.
Every where and no where.