Two fight
A constant battle
Never giving in
A fight for dominance
One has to win
But why what ever happened to balance
Two fight
A constant battle
Never giving in
A fight for dominance
One has to win
But why what ever happened to balance
When I was little. I ran away into books and adventures. The spines broken and flapped a little.
The rough paper and off white color I knew so well. The smell that would surround me. I would be the hero of my own story.
Fantasy would become reality when reality was hell. Life was better with a book. Villains could be destroyed and good always prevailed.
I loved an alternate reality where my imperfections didn’t bother nobody. Where thundering words didn’t shake the house.
When I wasn’t scared of anyone leaving or hurting anyone else. Of doing something wrong that would mess it all up. When I had my book it fixed it all
I want to travel
I want to touch the stars
See the world from up above
Watch 7 billion people living among the dark
I want to touch the bottom of the sea
To see ALL the things I can see
I want to land on the mountains
Feel like I’m 10ft tall
I want to see the dessert
To see even when you feel like your nothing your still sparkly and pretty and precious
I want to see the sequoias
Climbing higher than a beanstalk into the sky
I want to see the world and live like I’m never gonna die