Flight patterns
ripped
like
shredded
ideas
lost
in
a
glorious
maze
fluttering
to the
surface
of
the
earth
each an
individual
soul
left
to
it’s own
demise.
No parachute
to
staunch
the
impact
crashing
like
meteors
into
strangers
lives
creating
rifts
in
relationships
and
cutting ties
with
old
blankets.
We’re
all
a domino
effect
the
butterflies
can’t
compete
with.
A long
lasting
impression
on
heartskin
leaving
arrows
and
jagged
stitches.
Just
little
dotted
lines on
worn
out
canvas
flight patterns
long
since
burned
into
extinction.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
Flight patterns
ripped
like
shredded
ideas
lost
in
a
glorious
maze
fluttering
to the
surface
of
the
earth
each an
individual
soul
left
to
it’s own
demise.
No parachute
to
staunch
the
impact
crashing
like
meteors
into
strangers
lives
creating
rifts
in
relationships
and
cutting ties
with
old
blankets.
We’re
all
a domino
effect
the
butterflies
can’t
compete
with.
A long
lasting
impression
on
heartskin
leaving
arrows
and
jagged
stitches.
Just
little
dotted
lines on
worn
out
canvas
flight patterns
long
since
burned
into
extinction.
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