

It Wants To FlyIt wants to fly. I know it because the sound of wings beating against a bony cage echoes in my ears and ascends into my brain. I can only stand so much.It Wants To Fly
So I let it peep out.
It has left the ribbed box through my chest while I am propped up on my elbows, watching my heart escape. I can tell that it is blinded by the brightness of the world, for it is used to the cave-like dimness inside of me.
Sometimes I think they live in a box, but that I am up. My head peeps out and I have left the box up to my chest, propped on my elbows, while my feet dangle precariously. I look around to the things out


A Doorway to Rest OnCities are cold. Too much concrete. Too many people. I guess thats why it is so easy there to walk by the sad ones. Ice in the heart will keep the mosquitoes that suck on the warm juices of Conscience, at bay. But the cold gets to me. I am not made for it. The gray buildings and people always make me shiver in that Goosebumps kind of way. Sometimes it crosses my mind how a place thriving with so many people can be so frigid, but then the sleep places itself on my shoulders, like a favorite picture on a mantel. The cold always makes me tired. I feel the need to sleep and as my instincts scream atA Doorway to Rest On
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sorry to be so delayed. school. broken laptop. the works.
anyway. i dunno. i like the concept of it the most. cuz i really like both animals nd it was cool to see 'em kinda melded.
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