• figured_dreams 6w

    We Fly

    "Thrown away the keys to the door too keep the memories locked in,
    tiny lights that glow when my mood is dim,
    counting each star out of my window,
    hoping my dreams will conquer them
    as I fly through the windy night,
    Thin and crisp is the fort made out of bed sheets,
    a kingdom full of magic and possibilities,
    there the memories are stored,
    creations are bound to appear,
    only when I close my eyes and fly."