as I place them upon these bricks, I want to walk with the little ghosts
that murmur in the mortar, hear how they shaped these walls before cementing them.
I want to find worlds in wardrobes and keys to elsewhere, and still get back
in time for tea and lemon drizzle cake,
I want to see a place beyond the looking-glass
instead of old and dulled eyes so lost in today.
Its been too long since I last dreamed of dandelion clocks parachuting across continents,
too long since I entertained what would happen if
the sky disintegrated to pave a way to skies locked inside pages and television sets
or if I woke one night to hear a boy whisper forget them all.
I want to grab the cusp of yesterday and bottle its heart
so I can look at it and remember, yes, I once believed in
dragons that lay beyond the horizon, in a place where the sky and ocean touched,
and its still easy to get there once you remember how.














Comments
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||+i want to be the one to walk in the sun+||
I also don't approve of stylized titles, but that's your discretion.
Thanks for writing,
J.
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"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."
- Catullus
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NYARK...NYARK...
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||+i want to be the one to walk in the sun+||
and I'm going to take away the stylised title because it looks silly on the preview. You're once again right!
And thankYOU for commenting!
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NYARK...NYARK...
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There are a million in the Church tonight.
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NYARK...NYARK...
I was hooked by the first line.
Brilliant, babe<3
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I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
Great job!
I love it, if I'm not insanely jealous of it
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my war paint is sharpie ink
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