• Gale Dreams

    This place is hostile, going to hell.
    I wander like a lost soul stuck in this world.
    So dry, so stale, so dull.

    It starts with a single breeze.
    Let it twirl my hair, blow in my face, give me a breath of freedom.


    I can't go back now.

    Go. Fly. Free. I want to run, I want to soar, I want to be there!

    Carry me like a kite to start off this adventure,
    carry me like a bird to new heights and beyond,
    carry me like snow so when i arrive i can gracefully descend to sweet freedom below,
    carry me like a hurricane so the trip will not be long.

    But for now I'll just dance in the breeze.

    .<=*Purple Haze Poet*=>.