bridiejo
The runway came fast as they landed with a bump of relief, amazing, I was alive again and had survived the great tube of metal miraculously flying through the sky at great heights and speed. Now to survive life on the ground now that you are no longer walking on it and have flown with no need of wings.
The playground of life. I wish I could just play like a child and forget is it real, forget yesterday and tomorrow and just play, joyfully, freely, full of love an innocence. I have left this body and forgot you sweet child, when you knew the truth all along.
The evidence was there plain as day, but still I saw you as a shining prince, a prince of thieves, not the caring kind, and now like loops of hellish fury, you repeat in my heart, in other faces, different masks. I am tired and want to be knocked off this orbit.
I wan to celebrate, I want life to be a celebration. I'm tired of these tired days or regret. Take it all away with a feather duster, dust away the aching past and leave me here now fresh and new.
The concern for her grew and grew, until I had to block it out, pretend she wasn't dying, but she was and she did. But perhaps we never die, as you always believed, and I believe it too with all my heart. I know you are somewhere cooking up a feast awaiting our arrival. My comfort and my home is somewhere still, I have to believe.
I'll trade a cuddle for a smile, some forgiveness for some truth, I'll trade you a mountain for a river, I'll make you breakfast if you make me dinner, I'll trade you an autumn for a spring, together we'll have everything.
The distinguished gentleman walked down the street with an air of grace, all admired, although inside he was tired, all he wanted was to have someone understand as he cried.
They clipped her wings but in her heart she flew and there's nothing they could do.
The bars and clubs are full of aloof yearning, all they want its to be resting in the arms of love, feeling the warmth of another heart beating in rhythm with theirs. What if everybody started telling the truth? What if everybody let down their defences and saw at last that we are all the same?
Insects should be everywhere, in modern life you don't see them so much, crawling, biting, eating leaves, vital to life, I feel so removed from the cycle in these city walls.
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