I want to adorn myself with flowers
So that when I look down at my skin flowers bloom in between my scars.
So that I am as pretty as the colors in the feilds.
Because when I die I want flowers to grow from my bones.
And for roots to anchor me to the soil
Because then for once I will be grounded
And my head will no longer be among the clouds and sunsets.
And I won't climb buildings just to see the ground from a better angle.