Sitting still is not for me
I would like to burst
Into a trillion pieces of confetti
And disperse upon a thousand directions
So that people still find me
For decades to come.
I want to split my soul
So that every piece of me
Wakes up in a new part of the world.
I want to see everything
In complete naivety
Be shocked
Be moved
Be stolen
Content to be kidnapped by the breeze
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