finding my way towards

the ghost i was chased me down a side street and coughed upon my scarab i lingered a heartbreak away from the precipice, platooning my way towards the sky pushing it away again when the snails pace and the dandelions breathed away on the wind cascading gentle persuasion against my will against my skin within my bursting heart my severed libido and my limping finish line where you doubted i would even begin and bursting into a thousand different color orbs and butterflies disappearing upon the tiniest of whispering tongues and the fun we'd have if we ever met again.