kite strings

I daydream, 
I would have to say its my natural state.
Reality grounds me but, is far too overrated.
Music is my silence, I swear it.
I feel like the worlds pulling me away somehow.
Maybe its just this fever that's creeping up on me
I want to run away, just get in the car and pick my own true north.
I want to hold someones hand the whole way
We would sticky note melodies
and flag our map with memories worth keeping....
I have learned a few things in my little life time. 
But most importantly its roots before branches.

1 comment:

kristy said...

love, and well said.