i'm over it 

existing in a plane between

watchful eyes

gulping at the air 

just to keep reaching for the sea

my ears won't stop ringing

and my sticky thoughts 

won't stop clumping

i dream

and i dream 

and i long to dream 

where we can eat fruit under the sun

and i won't be sorry for my face 

where it'll be okay if i don't hear it all 

where we'll hold hands 

and i won't have to ask

where i feel beautiful 

and i won't wish 

for blackness to take me 

every time i blink 

that'll be it 

that'll be nice