Permission

Let me cruise the world between the pages of a book.

Let me breathe until I'm high on oxygen.

Let me starve, I enjoy the diziness.

Tie me up with useless emotion like copper chains wrapped in velvet strands.

Let me forget to buy a watch, so you can't scold me when I'm late.

Let me spend hours watching my wrists, blood pumping underneath alabaster skin.

I don't want to fly with you, I don't want to fall with them, I want to float by myself.