HAVE YOU DREAMT OF FLYING: Prometheus Winged
I have..I have dreamt of flying, and spying whilst, from the corner of an eye what I had left behind. So small yet so clear. Minute, yet so distinct. Shiny pretty things with brittled edges, ****** chunks of what I used to be, will be or never be hanging of them dangling like topping drenched rubies. All swaying in the wind while the sun kisses them tenderly, with mercy. And I glide higher and higher. I remember well, I swerve to my right, to be greeted by cotton candy clouds, leaving behind a desperate shriek, not mine, not theirs. And so, the sun melts all of what's left of me behind and them too, so mercifully, so kindly.
And a cotton candy cloud welcomes me to its grandiose parlour of Oblivion. I am all until and I am no more. I wake up. I wake up to Again. Again; The beast; my tinker, and he is busy, busy sewing the ruby patches. They're squeaky clean."This is a new quilt" he says with a smile. We both know it's a lie.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
HAVE YOU DREAMT OF FLYING: Prometheus Winged
I have..I have dreamt of flying, and spying whilst, from the corner of an eye what I had left behind. So small yet so clear. Minute, yet so distinct. Shiny pretty things with brittled edges, ****** chunks of what I used to be, will be or never be hanging of them dangling like topping drenched rubies. All swaying in the wind while the sun kisses them tenderly, with mercy. And I glide higher and higher. I remember well, I swerve to my right, to be greeted by cotton candy clouds, leaving behind a desperate shriek, not mine, not theirs. And so, the sun melts all of what's left of me behind and them too, so mercifully, so kindly.
And a cotton candy cloud welcomes me to its grandiose parlour of Oblivion. I am all until and I am no more. I wake up. I wake up to Again. Again; The beast; my tinker, and he is busy, busy sewing the ruby patches. They're squeaky clean."This is a new quilt" he says with a smile. We both know it's a lie.
