No.
I'm fine.
As a matter of fact,
I'm happy. And perfect.
Yes,
my hair's uncombed
and my clothes are ragged
and I live everywhere
Under the table, sometimes
framing infinity.
Or on the edge of the precipice
conquering literature and flying
Or somewhere in the street
scattering the everlasting tunes
whilst letting the wind dismember
the feathers swirling round my earlobe.
It's my choice.
I refused to inhabit the life of conventionality.
On a fine summer day,
if you prefer, you can
Run away with me.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
No.
I'm fine.
As a matter of fact,
I'm happy. And perfect.
Yes,
my hair's uncombed
and my clothes are ragged
and I live everywhere
Under the table, sometimes
framing infinity.
Or on the edge of the precipice
conquering literature and flying
Or somewhere in the street
scattering the everlasting tunes
whilst letting the wind dismember
the feathers swirling round my earlobe.
It's my choice.
I refused to inhabit the life of conventionality.
On a fine summer day,
if you prefer, you can
Run away with me.
~Lacus Crystalthorn 2013
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