kite flying
it all starts when hands throw paper silk nylon
held together by string and sticks into
wind exhaling in exhiliration.
see,
someday i’m going to fly across continents
i’m going to live in different countries,
see different people.
see different versions of different souls.
see
someday i’m going to speak different words;
i’m going to do different verbs,
breathe differently,
think differently.
see,
someday i’m going to the arctic,
and antarctica,
i’m going to see the northern lights and southern lights,
i’m going to see the innards of the ocean,
see blue blue blue and feel cold,
and happy
live in an apartment in different cities,
watch the television until early a.m.,
with someone laughing hugging smiling snoring,
or without someone drinking too much and smoking too much,
and then when i get tired of that,
i’ll go flying again and pinpoint city lights,
as city charts,
as city smarts,
and then i’ll be trailing dust in the sky,
blue blue sky but then again:
i’ll be doing what i want,
until you come tether me back,
back into your arms.
(poem by jacob w. dominguez, palabok) (via tesslynch & sunlit-skies)
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