Bangerang

*crows

I don't want to grow up...

i want to see the three moons back to back like the reflection of your past slowly fading away

I want to sail across the sky past the morning and to the right

maybe be in that state of awake and dreaming
gimme some pixie dust


blehhh.

I do not know what to type.

Somebody save me?

blahh?
xoxoxo