Crystal Lake April 2015 (9)

When I am younger
On an island
Dreams are scintillating and textured

Thoughts multiply like seagulls
And fly far away from reality

Breeding & espousing higher ground philosophies
Begging to be heard
Screaming for attention and for nourishment
Wanting more while still lacking

It pumps the heart
And allows for little puppy dog clouds of
It is good.