Sometimes. Oh! Sometimes...
My dreams fly far above me.
The world in which I live
Is not the world I see.
A glass spectacle covers my eye
And turns all that I love
Into paper airplanes
That don't exist.
My heart feels suppressed
By the bones which protect it.
Its deepest desire is to
Leap over fences and scream
"This is love!
This is life!"
Instead it speaks slowly
Quietly hanging paintings
In galleries around town.
Paintings of paper airplanes
Whisper to the walls saying,
"This is love.
This is life."
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