The Dandelion and the Gobstopper

I forget it, she shouted of the roof. I dont know and that is all I want to know today. It doesnt matter how I came here, where I want to go. I even dont need to BE. Or to have consciousness. To evolve or wake up. I dont want to sleep and than be awakened. There is nothing to do, there is nothing that needs to be changed. I dont feel like to sing of the rooftop, when I can crayon on the pavement. I have a step, and with that I race over the road. And if I come across a duck I feed it bread crumbs. Than I hang in the willow, and swing to the other side. They all can borrow my step, because I can fly. If I want to sleep, I sleep. I sometimes pick up a flower for in my hair. I polish my nails pink. On my head I draw big rounds, they are swirling and have the colors of a gobstopper. I am not crazy, they think I am, but I am not. My grandma, she is crazy. I am not. I dont fall in black holes and I dont eat crunched stones. My grandma does. She has everything mixed up in her head and is trapped. I am just childlike and I am sometimes acting like I am in my puberty. I dont get so well why I should become something when I am. I dont know why I would want to be a triangle. I am a wave and sometimes a circle and I fly in the night over the streets and to paradises. People call that fantasy, with the greetings to your mother. And yes, it is great to be me. Everything is a swirly thing for in the playground. A chair is an airplane, And the walls of an office are the wideness of the existence. And everyone is a playmate with whom I play sometimes, And if they dont want to play, than I sing a song and reach my hand. I dont need to tell what people know deep inside themselves already. I just want to paint the walls with the blue sunset and than sing songs. If everyone could see what I saw, that all the hearts are made of candy. That grown up people play games sometimes because it is fun to become a child later. To play the game of thinning the veil. Its all fine by me, But dont tell me what to do, dont tell me what I supposed to know. Because its written in the air already, I put it there myself. Dont create my life or expect how I should be. Its not just cute to be an eternal child. Its a serious task when I open my wardrobe in the morning and dress up, putting on my playing clothes. Lol. Joke. Haha I wander through the forest looking for wood to build the tree house, and I putted the nails in my bag pack. Than I dont get why other people put pitch drops and feathers on themselves, if life can be fun. Oh well, I get that, I am not that naive. But why should you, and you know, its all fine. I just want to be, And now I am here in a form, well, without a form is also oke, because I am everything and myself, Grand and little. A dandelion with little parachutes and thats how I fly over the hours I dont know, That is how the seconds vibrate that I dont find in the clouds. I am a raindrop in May, that arrives in spring when the sun goes under. That is how I want to play The big game Of the New earth As Human Angel.

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