Freefall

I am in love

with the idea

of a book in my hands that I created

I am in love

with the idea

that someday I will stand in New York in the fall

(they do not have fall

here—

the trees stay green)

I am in love

with the idea

of orange and red and yellow falling around me

(i hope when I get there

i will have finally found happiness

but i doubt it)

I am in love

with the idea

that maybe I am more than just a girl

who will waste away in her room

watching the stories of someone else unfold

(Trapped)

(I am trapped)