i used to imagine. all the cities in the world. and i used to imagine all the people who lived in them. and i used to imagine me with them.
i used to imagine all the wild places alive. and what i would do when i met them.
i used to imagine
i used to believe in everything.
but then again that is nothing. all that's real isn't true.
i used to believe i could fly away. i would wait for the day my wings grew. i used to believe.
i once thought the universe went on forever. to infinity it never stopped. now all i see is this white-walled room. and the dreams which i have dropped. like pennies they spill out of my pockets. where wishfully they were deserted.
i once hoped that we could be honest. i hoped that we'd breathe in the atmosphere. and not choke on the lies.
i once hoped