After all, hope is just the word grown-ups use for magic. *** I’ve only seen you once, at Grand Central Station when you smiled at me and then disappeared into the blur of people, but right then I knew that you would…
I have lost time the way I lose eyelashes: perpetually, unconsciously, dismissively – and I never noticed how jetlagged my innocence was until I couldn’t compensate for the loss of my childhood anymore. *** I play hide-and-seek with goodbyes because when they find me I know…
I dream of a place where the sounds of waterfalls weave their way through nebula arches, where fish can dance in the sky among the fireworks, leaving trails of star-droplets for me to follow. *** I want to crawl on the scope…
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