Daydreamy

I am living in a dreamland of stories
In the morning grass that grows green with dew
Head tilted to the side
Eyes glazed on the window glass
Falling deep into the loops and diagonals
I’m bobbing in the ocean
And forgetting where I am
Real life nibbling at my skin like fish
Here I am
Floating away like helium
I’m here again
But I’d rather be lost

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