i used to be.

the night sky falling from the right hand.
if only choosing the wrong right,
i could have found the desert so much easier.
i gave you the medicine of my bad aches,
and gave you the pain of my carefrees.
all these thoughts i had. i have nothing to fly.
through determination. math gave numbers reasons to speak. to me

if i wondered where home began,
then i would have no purpose in running away.
i always become attached to a dream.
even if i was awake with you this whole time.

i used to be.

fighting.my.fears.

now i'm all of me.

is it worth your time.

or have i proved moments after.

will you find the dreamcatcher to catch your simple fears.

without me. don't stop dreaming flying without emotion. with no motion.