my thoughts roam.
i can’t recall...
was neverland home?
i’m lost; caught in the thrall
of memory and breath and all i wish stood still in glass;
a shriveled ship caught stuck in a bottle...
but wait—no, i don't want to be coddled.
i'm strong (<--i can't remember writing that line
but i think it's true)
i don’t want to go back to the wreck—
straight onto mourning—
i'd much rather spend my life soaring