Lost thing i was once scared by the wind in a tree, ashamed to say but but no i am not really but fear was breathing. But let me recommend you. Sit on the stairs when you want some space to be alone, People passing you there come and just go.
Or when you feel like that feeling you dont know Sit on the stairs, on some step Because All they ever want is to be here or to be there,
The inbetween no no no no Look theres the blue forget the tree or remember if it helps So if you would just sit on the stairs, If you want to be alone, Sit on the stairs.
on the stairs On this day There's a cheek feel a cream carpet edge And a face like burning And a wooden smell (one who never flew) Closer to perfection than over half of most the some things.
Poke a bare leg through a white bannister. Fishing for thoughts Corners and angles.
And Bear with me, but If the sky is the sky And the sea is the sea, Why is the wind all together And the wave all alone?
Rain and the grass and the dirt on my face. They like my vest and collarbones And bare grass legs But Or Sometimes Peel the tights from the legs And see the camping The caravan moment Quick and passing. Hidden away.
But i guess there can be GUSTS of wind can't there though?
Gusts Disgust? Who's sure about gusts? Not sure i need gusts It might be like love, Remember Not sure that i need that now.
Away away We want to fly there But who else have we told to go there? We look there in guilt But then so too do they Away away away Let us go away.