A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
“supposing i dreamed this)” by e.e. cummings
from is 5
(published 1926 by Liveright)
Note: Please note the parentheses in the first and second-to-last line, and then boom.