RC (10/20/1988 / Beaverton, OR)

Sketching The Colors In Pencil

I float on wings made of dreams, sturdy and strong
Formed by the clouds on which I wish
For redemption and hope
Until I see it;
A whole other world!
A place upon which I can build my soul again
Made of tears of the angels
and all the wishes of my heart
My soul and body part,
And for a moment I feel
As though floating
With no strings to hold me
And no hope for this feeling to last
I only trust, and look on this beautiful false horizon
For this new world in which to dive
Until at last, a single tear falls
From my colorless eyes
And the spell is broken
Never again to be repaired


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