fluttering it's paper-crinkly wings
a tiny figment of a bird, wide-
eyed and ruffle-tailed, a sparkle of
light in a glassy dark world,
traveling low beneath artificial
stars, navigationless figments -
poor little tabloid-grey chick,
unhelmed from the moment of creation
free is a concept trifling and
barbaric to his notion of diminutive
happiness foreign and forgotten are
for him the scheduled dosage
but in those paper-crinkly wings,
wallpaper-paisley, naive-blue,
and the elegiacally-wide eyes,
can be found a wisdom more harsh
than even abandonment
I wish it could just be simple
Like a retro pop song
'I want you to want me'
BOOM- end of story
We all live happily ever after.
But it's never really like that, is it?
Current Residence: Newcastle Upon Tyne Favourite genre of music: Indie, Punk, Rock, Pop.. Favourite photographer: Alex Evans ♥ Personal Quote: "The idea is to die young, as late as possible."