Slip of the tongue, Slide the bolt into place.
Bring your bare fingertips to the Smooth,
Orange surfaces of your sanctuary walls.
Matte finish.

Let the colors melt- Melting, dripping Into LSD infused music.
Let your bones jingle to the Crocodile Rock Whilst
stripping your skin And clothes off.

Let the colors drip into your left iris, right.
****, let them melt through your bloodstream as
Tears Rake the fridge for a beer or five.

You are held by only me and the sound
Of every smile, you've ever meant.

Dazed reflections, mirror gazing-
You are we and I am us: We are One, Not another.

Eyes grow heavy, days go by;
I never needed, never missed, never wanted
You.
Rose scented giggles, cuddling cool fur.
Soft, fluffed pillows. Warm, thick comforters.

The light blue dissolves and floats up from your eyes- Cloudy cool, wind-whipped, cream colored ceiling. Hazel eyes, lids closing, geometric veins flit past the shadows.
Then- Sleep.

Somewhere, far far off In an airport waiting area,
huddled between salted chocolate and overpriced keychains.... Stands a girl.
A beautiful, smiling girl.
This girl bought a ticket to leave this town.

This town in the middle of nowhere, going nowhere, so she could be somewhere.
She wants to be a star, remembered for her singing.
The people who fill the other spaces
Of the rest area
around where she stands
Are lost.
Lost in what they know. Lost in what they care about because they grew up being told this is all there is for them.
These lost people swarm around her like bees, except less like bees and more like flowers.
Stuck,
With the life getting ****** from you daily till you die and return to the Earth.

So this girl stands between the chocolates and chains,
Beneath the dome of an airport,
In a place in the middle of nowhere-
Going nowhere,
Swarmed by people-weeds.
And she takes a photo.
And begins her note.

As she boards, she fosters anxiety.
Her plane is not the plane she wants to be on.
See, this girl is lost in a new way.
Sometime before the flower-people, the town going nowhere, and the keychains and chocolate,
This girl who stood found herself.
She found that she was dying inside.
Rotting from the core, like so many diseases.
So she climbed the staircase, buckled her seatbelt, wrote her letter to the world.
Then she went into the bathroom,
This girl who once stood.
And collapsed.
The life energy she once held, gone.
She sliced and sliced and sliced till she
Ascended.


This girl, on a higher plane of reality, standing between the lays chips and novelty mugs in the empty airport climbed aboard that ******* flight and understood that there was no escaping the water.
It was up to her neck, choking her, pulling her under until she could not
see tomorrow.
She saw an escape.


38,000 ft in the air,
She let her heavy, hurting soul be freed.


This girl.
Who smiled.
Standing between the novelty items.
Surrounded by people who didn't understand.
Climbed a flight.
And fell asleep in the bathroom.
Dreaming about death at 38,000 ft.

She is hurting while standing next to the magazines and she is hurting walking to the library every sunday at 6.
And she is ******* dying inside standing there and smiling and asking you why you are so sad.


This girl.
Somewhere far far away.
On another, higher plane.