A bouquet of clumsy words.
“ You know that place
between sleep and awake
Where you’re still d r e a m i n g
but it’s slowly slipping?
I wish we could feel like that more often
I also wish
I could click my fingers three times
and be t r a n s p o r t e d
to anywhere I like
I wish that people didn’t always say
‘just w o n d e r i n g ’
when you both know
there was a r e a l reason behind them asking
And I wish I could get l o s t in the stars.
Listen
there’s a hell of a good u n i v e r s e next door
Let’s go. ”
- E.E. Cummings