spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Wheezing and sighing, he climbed upwards, ever upwards. The thick bough between his hands branched, branched, branched again, growing thinner as it did. Occasionally he took a wrong turn, came to the end and just wasn’t high enough. He felt it, knew it. Back… Continue Reading “Flyer”
Can you help me fly away Leave behind all my pasts My sins and my transgressions Start over from this point on Not looking back Please don’t ask any questions Just hold me Cover me with your wings Possess me Devour me Engulf me… Continue Reading “Eclipse”
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