Butterflies and Valium


Maybe I was wrong
About the whole world
About everything I thought
I'd ever unfurled

How else would
Be able to feel this?

This feeling of flying,
Of reaching the sky,
Touching the clouds
And burning like July

Of falling back to Earth
And breathing too fast,
Jumping off a bridge
The water like glass,

Swallowing a ball
Of yellow sunshine,
Like losing your head
After too much wine

Left in a box, no reason
To look back
With the dreams, plans
Desires I'd painted black

A/N: Here's to 2010. I'm almost two months late, but at least it's something New tag for the new year, how long until I forget it's changed? Haha. Reviews please!