paper birds-- edit
Their fingers grace
arms and black ink is transferred from
This has never been what
anyone expected it to be.
This has been
social awkwardness and
movement defined by how far you can reach when you're wearing a
This has been nothing anyone expected it to be but this has been perfection. At least for those involved, this has been perfect.
Midnights spent on cold and snowy hills (ice too thick to be shear)
moving quickly. Moving too quickly.
Time spent without a helmet-- allowing the scalp to breathe.
You can’t keep it locked up inside that
skull forever because sooner or later
everything craves freedom.
Brains and hearts and even paper birds have this in common.
They all move
out and over and soon they are gone.
You won't miss them because you never knew you had them.
Your obliviousness is finally paying off.
They told you--
you could never fly airplanes
or dive in a submarine and you told them to watch you
because you would because
this is what you wanted to do and be and this is what you needed in order to be happy in order to live--
but look at yourself.
You've never been farther from the sky or the ocean and it would appear as though you don't really care and I wish I could say I know you better.