With Wings

Who knew few words could see together souls of old? Sliding through winter only to be lost, right before the last frost. Spring to smell the flowers alone she does bring, Summer leaps in making love to my own ski…will this Summer ever end?! What was that you said about Fall again?

I wish I knew what the Hell was going on, the pied piper’s starting to play his old songs. Trying to stay strong all along, please just drop my hand I do not understand…you see…

Life has a funny way of showing us we were having a ball after we fall, into our aloneness. Like a cold case file still trying to solve this mystery, replaying recordings from files not made of hardware. I sit at my desk and stare at the window when the sun brings the first signs of light, I turn in for the night…always turned in for the dark night.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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