8.17.2001

i feel like playing pretend. if i had a trampoline i would go out and jump as high as i could...closer and closer to the sun...until the sweat pours down my face and my body grew slicker as i catapult myself upwards...my feet feel lighter as my body melts into a sun warmed liquid shooting up past the trees and clouds and sky...and i am gone.
i am quieted by the sound of their acoustic music and blinded by the beauty of it. so i don't see past my own face.