dystopian-dream-girl

i don't want you to read a word of any of this.  i don't really want to myself, but i need to know these words are still written somewhere for me if i change my mind, if i want the painful recollection of who i used to be. in the mean time, i'm too lazy to even drag my bones out of view to rot in privacy.

i remember the day so clearly, although it must have been twelve years ago now.  i was at the baseball diamond in sprucedale.  i was too young to be playing ball out in the field with my brother and sister.  i was not far from where my mother sat, cheering them on.  i could have cared less about the game then.  i was hunting in the clover patches.  i was set on proving to everyone that four leaf clovers exist and that i could find one. when i brought it to my mother, she thought it was a trick at first.  she thought i had ripped a leaf off of another clover and was holding it there.  but when she took it in her hand, she knew it was the real

there's a girl just down the aisle oh, to turn and see her smile you can hear the words she wrote as you read the hidden note oh to live on sugar mountain with the barkers and the coloured balloons you can't be twenty on sugar mountain although you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon you're leaving there too soon