Gliding an updraft of exhaust guided high-sky above the overburdened city the urban breath cuffing your armpits you're huffed upward in rising spirals aloft the architecture further raised by the tumid human populations expired waste gas, ****** perspirations, mechanism and friction heats
survey it all in a dream horizon and the tarnishes of mankind blinded in your flight turns by the dreams illuminating eye no gloating your way into Icarus floating beyond your oblivious ability no groom for ****** and ego just steady alight and of given being
between me and you voices scream, - everything is a dream buried in white shores, mountains and fields are between me and you, rivers, oceans are between me and you, the stars die between me and you, the gods are drowning in sighs, between me and you the sky splits in two, the whole universe is waiting, for the two wanderers to fall asleep,
voices cry, - dreamers Fly! everything is a F(l)ight! Fly!
Blackbird sitting on the windowsill, out of the cage and still not knowing. Trying to think of flying or staying still, as not wanting to stay but no point in flying.
Blackbird looking out to the ground outside, seeing other birds flying up, up and away. Dreaming of a chance to break free and soar in the skies, being grounded by the thought that today is not the day.
Today is not the day to fly, fly with the pain of everything associated with departure. Today is not the day to say goodbye, goodbye to all the bad and the good whichever is harder.
Blackbird looking out the window and just hopin', without realizing the window was open.
Look at you my little bird, have you been pierced by a sword? Are you broken, afraid? It fasinates me how you just. sit there. Did you forget about your wings? The sky is your home For **** sake, take flight.
Starlight on my palm Peel back the light and you'll see the scared soul beneath
Worthy of a shard Of the greatness I've longed dreamed A loose thread blown far
Pain tugs at my seams As I am merely adrift In one grand design
On vespertine days I pick loose feathers to weave Wings to fly so free
Annd I'm back! This year really is something, I'll say that much. Still feeling lost and out of place but slightly better. I just wish I could fully calm the tempest of my mind, but one has to keep moving forward.
I hope everyone stays safe and well! Have a wonderful Christmas Eve all, and a great Christmas!