sevenfiftythreepee-em.

i've got a slow computer
but not slower than my mind.
and i can’t stop screaming out
but my heart's just keeping time.
it's hard to stay so grounded
when my feet are in the sea.
my arms they swing from monkey bars
and my stomach’s as full as can be.
so i wander through the woods
and i chat it up with birds and trees.
then i dive into the water
on a night dark like a breeze.
oh yes, the wind has colours,
happy shades of red and pink
the darker days of blue and greys
like the drain of my kitchen sink.
now i’ve always thought i’d run far
when i got the chance to leave
and i hope that i still can and will
just not any sooner than next week.
i’m still fucked up from last year
still hearing colours, smelling sound.
is it because my head is in the ocean
but my heart’s still on the ground?
the wind keeps blowing yellowed hues
and i keep smelling your guitar
but i can’t stop my beating heart
from chasing after stars.