32,000 feet high

when i was a child, i always had my face against windows....i just.
i just couldn't adjust to the stale spaces in between
the walls that laid out isolation like standing corners waiting to turn corners,phew.
i grew up squinting heavily, stunned by the sun that pushes the endless breeze array like an unspeakable madness. i've always knew I wanted to run. run on sentences, run.

i couldn't fall easily for the stigmatization but too easy,
the dirty lower east's gritty,pretty sloppy city.
how could this be, me?
i needed bare feet on dirt, needed my fingers to claw through the clouds,
wanted my skin against golden blades of weeping willows,
i weeped as a child begging to run. run smack into the sun.

and shatter into star dusts..

smirking,

how dope it is, to wake up with my face against windows

grabbing the sky by the handful.