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