Tuesday, February 17

lets fly away

i always used to wish that i could fly when i was younger & had candles to blow out, or found a stray eyelash upon my cheek, or when walking home from school came across a dandelion.

to grow wings, filmy & glistening like a faeries & fly amongst seas of birds & skim my hands across the tops of clouds. (i love clouds)

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