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.
Another old, madish one.
(CRAYON)
