Play. (Poem)

I want to get out of my obsessing, thinky brain and fly a kite.

And climb a tree.

And look at the clouds.

And laugh devilishly.

I want to play in fields of golden wheat

And not give a f*ck

For one sweet second.

Because I don’t laugh enough

Or imagine enough,

I take things so seriously

And worry like it’s my job.

I remember,

Right here and right now

That it’s okay to

Let go

Just a little bit

And be as free as the wind

And dance when I shouldn’t dance

And giggle madly. 

F*ck it, my soul says loudly.

I need to



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