This morning was a bit rough. The afternoon wasn't looking much better, so I dragged my moody self down to the park where I managed to lay on my back for an hour and stare bleakly at the perfectly blue sky. Finding the cheeriness to be more mocking than helpful, I took to scribbling down thoughts in my journal (so much teenage angst oh my what is happening here). I mused:
If I had wings, then I would fly
Like a bird, forever, in the winter sky
Let moonbeams slid across my wings
Caring little for other things.
As I wrote the last word, a bird flew overhead and anointed the page. Generously.
That's all I've got for today, folks!
I like your choice of words. :)
ReplyDeleteHey thanks. I like you.
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