you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD
Ellen HopkinsI mean, if you're gonna purposely lose your mind, you want to get it back some day. Don't you? Okay, maybe not.
Ellen HopkinsLight That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in its feathered embrace. I am a snowflake. A wisp of eiderdown, liberated from gravity. My body is light. Ephemeral. My head is light. I want to sway beneath the weight of air, dizzy with thought. Light filters through my closed eyelids. The sun, chasing shadows, tells me I'm not afloat in dreams.
Ellen Hopkins