A Bouquet of Clumsy Words

  A bouquet of clumsy words: 

You know that place between sleep and awake 

Where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? 

I wish we could feel like that more often. 

I also wish I could click my fingers three times 

And be transported to anywhere I like. 

I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ 

When you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. 

And I wish I could get lost in the stars. 

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door.

Let’s go.

—e.e. cummings

Gosh, I just love that.
So with 5 minutes to spare before I head out the door, here is my attempt at my own bouquet of clumsy words:


You know that moment when you close your eyes on a sunny day,

Soaking up the sun, letting the warm breeze kiss your cheeks?

I wish I always felt that free.

I also wish I could laugh to the point of tears

With my very best friends every single day.

I wish people were brutally honest about who they are

And didn't hide behind ever-changing masks.

And I wish I could run full speed ahead

Into my bright future without an eating disorder.

Let's go.

Progress.