somuchtodosuchlittletime

sometimes i get this insane urge to just stand up, put a tube of lip gloss in my pocket, and start running. in any direction. and run in a big wide semicircle that covers half the earth and on my way gather every small pebble, beached starfish, torn page, postcard, crazyadventure, romantic gesture, strange book, yellow pencil, undiscovered poem, artist, beach, quaint villa, pinwheel, and long empty road i find, and put them all in my pocket with my lip gloss. then come back home and pile them all on my bed and climb on top and go to sleep and just sleep for a year. and then wake up and start all over again on the other half of the world. and when the world is done, not breathe, never breathe, not stop to breathe. before it's forgotten or stops mattering, find a wicker chair in a white house with orange curtains facing a beach and open a notebook and put everything inside it, pressed between the pages, and hide the notebook in a secret place for someone to discover after i'm dead. and then just smile and watch the sea and wait to die.