Hollow

I like to believe in daydreams.
When the pieces of the sky
Fall into your lap,
And with outstretched arms you cradle them.
Embrace them.
Hold them.

You take each fleck,
Each spark of your mind,
And draw the stars so bright
You blind yourself with wonder.
And it takes a second to steady yourself,
Because the hole in your heart
Takes a battering,
From everything your world couldn’t be.

So don’t be afraid to dream.
Because when your lungs get punctured,
And the sky begins bleeds,
You’re going to need an escape.

And it doesn’t hurt
To want a world,
Where the ground you lay on
Is made of all the colours of beauty.
Where the rocks you rest on
Are no longer stone.
Where the words written in crux of your soul,
Display themselves as a fire,
Ready to be burned.
Where the birds fly so low,
You can feel the wind in their wings.

And you realise,

This…is what life should be.

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