Drift.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

I feel like I'm waiting for something that will never come.

This turns to that, and other eloquent phrases.

BOOM.

i wish i could help you, sad eyed girl. brown eyed girl. i can't. you seem happy. but i don't think you are. how could you be?

and i wish i could fill you up with air and lift you off your toes and fill you up with happiness and give you everything you want so you'll be happy

and then they'll be nothing left of me and i'll just

float
away

like puffs of a dandelion weed.

like bits of a dream.


i wish i could help you, mister mystery. you deserve so much, and you have a lot, but the one thing that you treasure the most, that you value with all of your being, that one little spark that people search for all of their lives, it's fading

and
i
can't
help
you.

i'm not supposed to. it's just not how it works. it's not like i could really do anything.

is it?

could i?

could i fill you up with happiness and wonderment and make you see everything for what is it, and maybe more? could i give you all that splendiferous awe and amazement at the beauty of life? but it's not your fault. no, it really isn't. but maybe if i try really hard, i can give you something

and maybe that something will fill you up and let me down and i'll

just
float away.

like magic dream bits.

like puffs of a cloud.

and i'm trying.
oh i'm trying and it's so hard it's apparent that i'm trying but trying only gets you so far

and maybe someday i'll finally

float


away...