Ambition - Doves
I take to thee adventure without leaving my couch. And your pictures are huge. What i wouldn't give to explore; every day you share. There is a part in me that has to be held in place; to not just take off; to stop at the stratosphere; that must be tied down. Thus dreamed-upon other worlds or planets; drift the places like this that only exist in images -makes me realize it is enough right here; yet that is right out there, waiting. . . . But Oh how temptation burns for a reason to have nothing holding me back. The condensation focuses; a quite effective writing tool, grounding the audience; works only when you're not in my shoes. So Maybe these things get ruined by yours True -thee instant I step into March mush; but with distortions, alternating static, ears still ripped in frisson rifts; warmed scents worming thru nostrils flowing finite crevices creating themselves. The vanishing ice popcorn, vacancies, where does it all stray?.