I like to go to bed imagining that tomorrow will feel
LIKE LISTENING TO A SONG IN A MAJOR KEY
WITH THE WINDOWS DOWN
AND I DON’T REMEMBER IF THE SUN WAS SHINING BECAUSE I DON’T CARE
(MY SOUL HAS ENOUGH SUNSHINE TO FEED THE WORLD ANYWAY)
LIKE EXTENDING MY LIMBS IN HOPES OF BEING KIDNAPPED BY AN EAGLE
LIKE LEAVING CAPS LOCK ON FOR THE SAKE OF SCREAMING INTO THE SKY
“Here I am world, come get me”
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