Sat, 7 Feb 2026 05:20:31 JST

Yet, as my mind drifts away
I still dream. I still dream
In its natural state, my body demands it
It is its fuel

I’m back where I was reborn
North of New Amsterdam
16 stories high off the ground
And I only hear my heart monitor

If Peter could save Wendy
He would break this window
she would fly away with him
But I can still run

I tear off my heart monitor
And run barefoot down the hall past the nurses
I take the steel door elevator down
To an entrance onto first avenue

Sat, 22 Nov 2025 08:30:31 GMT

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