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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

lift your head and beg for rain.

when there is a perpetual sinking feeling in the pits of your heart,
and you trudge exhausted by the mere task of having to carry that lump of heavy mass,
and breathless you hug your knees to your chest,
and hope the act of hugging yourself will hold you together,

all you can wish for is the consolation of rain, a big storm, that would somehow lessen the oppressive feeling of entropy, as if the little icy pellets are words spoken by God meant to liberate us from misery, temporarily.

this is the butterfly effect.
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i found you, oh flightless bird
head bowed low, with your face in the dirt.
i swore i'd pray to help you fly

God gave me a pair of wings

i gave them to you and they swept you off your feet.
you rose high, higher, and horror
drifted away

But the world became alien and you hated the sky (why)

the metal birds frightened you
the other birds schemed.
you said,

"Please, my wings, take them away.."

that was when i realised:
your destiny is to roam the lands, and can never belong to the skies-
oh flightless bird

she's not here @

11:53 PM