8.7.15

Confetti


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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