All my hopes are
compacted into
tight little boxes
that depend on
a single look from
your blue staring.
My perfect stranger,
I long to call my own.
to escape these boxes
these regular squares
to strip away the gags
of our everyday lives.
To be….
d
i
s
o
r
g
a
n
i
z
e
d
and
D s u c i n l.
i f n t o a
We could be so happy, if we had the time, the space to move…
the opportunity to be
T o g e t h e r
Even when we are two people, standing:
a a
p p
a a
r r
t t
. .