With eyes wide open the world spins lucidly out of control
Moving faster and faster, the Earth is growing...
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so surreal...
Ideas of flight abstractly toying with the corners of her mind
Her wings are pressed flat...
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake
This is her ecstasy.
Her final curtain...
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last thoughts would be of her mother
So soft and warm...
They never did agree on anything...
Perhaps in another life they could finally see eye to eye but there would be no such luck this time around...
Her head tossed in a backwards roll
The last ten or fifteen feet seemed to disintegrate away...
A dream's sad ending could never be so uplifting
She opened her eyes for the last time to find her dream had given way to the real
She had been set free
...and had finally embraced the unknown
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:56 AM UTC
With eyes wide open the world spins lucidly out of control
Moving faster and faster, the Earth is growing...
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so surreal...
Ideas of flight abstractly toying with the corners of her mind
Her wings are pressed flat...
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake
This is her ecstasy.
Her final curtain...
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last thoughts would be of her mother
So soft and warm...
They never did agree on anything...
Perhaps in another life they could finally see eye to eye but there would be no such luck this time around...
Her head tossed in a backwards roll
The last ten or fifteen feet seemed to disintegrate away...
A dream's sad ending could never be so uplifting
She opened her eyes for the last time to find her dream had given way to the real
She had been set free
...and had finally embraced the unknown
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