To Want the World Alexis Dunn
Does it matter that my breath is short? Does that mean my life is fleeting? Does it mean that my love is all but gone? Does it mean that it might be over? My existence could very well be a fallacy. Can I still smile towards the wind? Will I still be able to sing to the clouds? I want to cry with the sun, And sleep with the rain. I want to fall with the leaves, And absorb the chill of the grass. I will drink the dew in the morning, And smoke the fog at night. I will inhale the world. Fill my veins with its vastness. Disappear into the soil, And blow away with the breeze.
82 Willard & Maple