the place
inside my dragon
is now familiar
to me
it's like a sweet, vivid escape
from my sour, pale town
people there, they're different
over here, their minds is not
the end zone
they can reach up
lifting themselves to the
rainbow colored sky
i feel like a different person
here
i have two shadows
although there's only one sun
the voices in my head
are never quieter
in this world
we have rivers of nectar
and trees of abrosia
all of them painted
with my colors
over here, i'm the creator
over here, i'm queen
this place is better than home
this place feels like home
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
