I KNOW I should not do this.
You don't even have to tell me.
Too dangerous. Too much risk.
Too close too fast too far,
Can't go back now.
But if I am right.
What then?
Yes, the chances are worse than slim.
Yes, my heart will certainly break a thousand times.
But if I am right...
What if I can fly through pages,
Scatter beach white sand and blow kisses.
Would it matter then?
The dirt and the mess and the ripping.
It would all be clean, wouldn't it?
