I feel like

I feel like

I want to run until my heart bursts.

I want to scream until my throat frees all the tiny coloured birds trapped inside.

I want to stop thinking about what's next until The Future gets tired of stalking me, let its snake eyes dry while I watch the process, and wear them as buttons on the oldest long sleeve in my closet.

I want to walk barefoot in a moon-cooled garden.

I want to slowly eat you in sections.