Jodainislame
Little canary balanced so perfectly on a thin branch, song whistling as it looks around. It will flit from one place to the next in search of a happiness befitting it's color.
It seems times never change, always daydreaming from windowsills while sitting comfortably in a space all my own. Though now it all feels so much more peaceful, so quiet and serene where thoughts have no dead ends and dreams live on forever.
One of my dearest friends in youth who would hug my wrist as I traversed adolesence still hangs by my side though not as attached. Your family has stuck through the years, growing once or twice, and they watch from above as we now traverse a new age.
She would slurp unapologetically, chopsticks moving as fast as they could for the broth was best served hot. Every bite was a cacophony of flavor and she never wanted it to end.
There was a glow on the horizon, soft red pervaded the black sky, diamonds watching on. Fear lay in the hearts of many but for those of us on the outside it was a sight to behold.
The air was crisp, a sudden drop in temperature was unexpected, she could imagine herself pulling her jacket closer around her. If only she hadn't forgotten it on the chair before running out of the door.
Everyone always laughed when I told them the story of my childhood breakdown - for one babysitter broke my sandwich, a sin so unforgivable I thought it profane.
One solace I can take while sitting amongst corn fields, amongst blindness, is between the monotany of popular (for them) music there is a twang even I can't resist.
She had your face, coming close to your voice, but never your essence. What I fool I was to trust her, to take pity, how pitiful - however, I would take none of it back. Standing at the brink of death, you gave me life.
Dreamy tunes fueled by experiments of an era, cemented firmly in our popular conscious to be ever lasting.
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