bye bye blackbird.

I live beneath skylines, my job is that of burning bridges. Broken cobblestone lines my way from here to anywhere else; my dreams are a Sepia tone of there's got to be better than this. I want to see the world and hold all my favorite possibilities in the palm of my hand. From a phoenix on my shoulder to a dolphin beneath my waist and every color of the ocean surrounding my adventure, I wish to taste fire and smell warm rain within a jungle that at any other point in my life would be terrifying. It's neither realistic nor what ever could've been expected, but say you'd be tempted to come along for the ride and I'll rest easy for the first night in months.