I stand on tiptoe,
Feel so small and light.
Feel like I know nothing of the world.
I feel so small, so lost, so light.
I'm losing all my senses,
And maybe falling free
And maybe letting loose
And maybe,
Flying off
I stand on tiptoe,
Seeing rainbows
And singing children's rhymes.
The strings of ballet pumps twirl round.
I don't know what I feel
I don't particularly care
I feel at ease, at loss, at a beginning.
I felt my thoughts collide.
And I don't care.
I stand on tiptoe.














Comments
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'Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.' from 'Trainspotting'
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"Don't believe in yourself. Believe that I believe. Believe in me, who believes in you!"
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'Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.' from 'Trainspotting'
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