
If I could get out of my head…
If I could, I’d walk away
I’d walk along the railway
I’d miss my train
On purpose…
I wouldn’t be afraid
Of cold and rain
I’d soak my skin and wear thin
My shoes and clothes.
I’d hunger. On purpose.
I’d look old and mean,
I’d let them spit on me
And I’d forget to breathe
On purpose.
by Ellie Maloney
I love it. You really are brilliant!
Thanks buddy. It was that kinda mood 🙂