The shape of Oregon.
untitled on Flickr.
“I’m gonna jump the walls and run
I wonder if they’ll miss me?
I won’t miss them
The cemetery is my home
I want to be a part of it
Invisible even to the night
Then I’ll read poetry to the stones
Maybe one day I could be one of them…
Wise and silent
Waiting for someone to love me
Waiting for someone to kiss me
I’m fifteen years old
And I feel it’s already too late to live
Don’t you?”
