Feel the rushing seductive lightness of invisibility. The wind could just pick you up and carry you off someplace new where you can start again, wipe out those old scars, rub them off with an old yellow high school pencil eraser.
Dear god make me a bird so I can fly far far far away from here.
Someplace where you go down to the lake and dangle skinny legs, like 6 years old into the water and get real dirty while the sun burns what's left of you. Someplace where the boys drive trucks fast and he sings sings to his baby girl... Damn.
One of those lights low, lock the door, let your hair down, loud music kinda nights. These nights you wanna take a razor to your leg to feel the cool trickle running over your skin on the hot summer blacks. They're the blacks. And the sound is the blues. And the percussion, that's the splats against W's bathroom tile as I felt the lightness come and dear god I'm a bird and il fly far far far away from here. Watch the pool spread and then clot and grow a skin, thicker and tougher than your own skin and it can take all the shit you can't take and nothing will get through. Those nights. Those nights are true romance. And afterwards you can run (baby I was always born to run) and who cares what place you're running cos the wind takes your little body far far far. If I leave here tomorow would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on now cos there's too many places I gotta see. If I stayed here with you girl things just couldn't be the same. Cos I'm as free as a bird now, and this bird you cannot change. Lord knows I can't change.
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