Fly, open
into the wind that slices
the dreams into miniatures.

I link my face to a dream
where I'm happy.
My heart wants to siphon
everyone's happiness,
I need to live off the struggle
for a while.

A bit out of an ache and habit
i shifted like a flock of birds
in the morning,
My fingers can't seem to transform
my thoughts in my head
with proper syntax and
poetry anymore.