Freewrites, yet not free from you.

My Airwalks are the color of a cotton candy sky, and I ache for days where I felt powerful enough to fly.

I'm sitting on a scuffed black leather couch in a library where no one minds if I never speak. No one bothers me here. My breaths can roam free within cabinets of books and these deep purple walls I wish I could sink into.

But soon, I have to return. To unruly streets that lead to an anonymous home. To a sleep with the potential to rule and ruin all my dreams of clarity. To a mother who cries at the slightest harm directed my way. To a father who says he'll always accept me, even though it's been proven to be false the moment I become "broken" in his eyes.

I swallow doubts while sipping a different reality we could have commanded. Cinnamon and vanilla run down my throat with ease and I wonder why I always choke on the memories of you when you brought heaven in the form of a kiss.

It is almost dusk, and I know I cannot inherit this feeling forever. Daydreams can only be embraced for so long. But please, remember me tonight. Don't doom me to darkness so soon.