I stand

I stand this high

with the sun under my heel

and skies like concrete.

My own world

where everything is upside down,

where the birds fly low

and the people walks high,

here i stand,

my toes pointing to the bottom

where the sky has already fallen

and the sun has already set

I stand here.

Airplane

As i hear the airplane soaring higher and higher into the sky
my heart jumps right up, faster than the king of frogs
and traces right up into the sky
Everything else mutes while my ears only focuses on the engine
It sounds enchanting like the carriage once Cinderella rode
Hearing the magical wheels roll on the cadaverous road.
While it roars into the air
it whispers to me saying, 'Hailey,Just wait for my call then hop right on dear.'
I stay seated, listening to it drive off
while my eyes are blinded with dreams and all
It's like missing a cab right in the middle of New York
but that will be rare because there will always be more,
following right behind.

perfect day.[New York]

I want to go to New York city. Wake up around eight, get ready, wearing casual in sweatpants and a long coat. A black and gray checked scarf around my neck, letting my hair flow over the scarf and my shoulders. Heading to the furthest cafe' from my house, with my Nikon D90(that i dream of) and my journal. The day is going to be dense and opaque. Maybe a few drops of rain following along. Riding in the yellow cab, demanding the driver to take me to the closest cafe' by the Brooklyn Bridge. I would roll the window down no matter how cold it is. I would snap photos of everything in fast motion.
The second i step into the cafe with my camera hanging around my neck, pen clipped onto my pocket and my notebook firmly under my hands- i would trace scent of the coffee onto my seat. Order a hot cup or original cream coffee. Sitting by the window on the furthest back where not a lot is around. Quiet. Classic music playing. Piano strumming through my ears, and a little bit of violin mixture. Unwrap the scarf around my neck, pull of the coat and hang it around my chair. Trying to sit a bit more comfortable.
The waiter comes back with a tray and a cheesecake that i didn't order. Service. Then, i would start writing... Looking out into the rain, the yellow cabs passing by. The sound of the wheels burning on the concrete ground. People stepping over rain. Splashing as they walk by. People running to catch cabs, people trying hard to dodge the rain... it can go on forever...