saltonsea

*swipe*


I am lost. Confused. With dead sound for speech.
I cannot seem to grasp what is transpiring, inside this bubble of promises.
My eyes are wide. And my chest has tightened to brace for impact. I cry to think of it.
Of that world of wonder. The pirates, the boys, and dear sweet tinkerbell...
Where have you gone tinkerbell?
Lost with doubts and misunderstanding. Building your brickhouse walls with pre-emptive disappointment.
You will not love me if you come looking to hate me.
We need time alone, you and i.
We need to remember how to fly.
Happy thoughts my dear.....happy thoughts.

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