I listen to my heartbeat thats louder than my thoughts
Thumping in my chest
I live in California, its bright gold plains, neighborhoods, cities and more
I read books about adventures, schools, and mythology
I find forgetting easier than remembering
I see the black crows flying and wish I could too
Wings extended looking down below
I’m no longer afraid of waking up and seeing the world gone
I think that will never happen now
I am not a child of the earth, or a true adventurer
More a child of running, and a true friend
Sometimes, I can hear voices speaking to me
Whispering thoughts
Waking my imagination
Filling up my head with wonders
Beside me I see a paper
And I start to write
My
Thoughts
Down
Where they belong.