Bare backs and cut open hearts.
I've been trying to learn my ABC's while still trying to count to 3.
Running through these pieces with a pen and a thing made of tree barks.
I've been trying to learn how to hear while still not even being able to see.
I can still fly higher than I allowed myself to ever do.
Crawling, walking, running - even sprinting - to locations I'll never be able to prove exist.
Who would've thought? It all had to do with just me being able to get up and move.
This imagination lives in a fantasy that has such an interesting twist.
Spoon fed, misunderstood, overly obsessed with your own extensively worse Hollywood.
Every inch of My Being has been haunted for years.
I finally took my first step backwards; when I thought I could only walk straight forward. Learning more about life than I ever could before. I took the step back, and now I see clear.