Winged and wide open, soaring free and high, arms straining joyfully against the gravity, floating on upswells of warm air, circling and rising, screaming my life to the sky
As i looked up into the sky i could finally see light. The heavy clouds had finally passed over and thats when i saw them. There were birds from all directions.
The creature took flight, and the man atop took the young princess with him. A shower of arrows pierced his wings, but he did not fall. The beast released an inferno from his jaws into the woods where the village existed, filling the air with the smell of burning. Wheeling away, he sped towards the great black mountains. Little did the rider know that a boy would follow. A boy that wreak havoc on all that was done and that would be done. The boy would be the only one that could take him down.
Turn this later into a prophecy when the village is recovering.
just like a one winged dove
the song plays in the background
the car radio turned on low
one of those classic rock station you dad listens to
but you dont hear it
you cant hear anything other than
your own heartbeat as you lean forward
until flesh touches flesh
This is how I’ve lived my life thus far. I’ve winged just about everything you can imagine. And as I’ve been getting older and have more responsibilities, I’m getting sucker punched by this mentality. I’ve come to appreciate the simple beauty of checklists.
I fell in love with an artist. A musician, to be exact.
He was reserved, almost cold; thoughts impossible to extract.
His hands were calloused and scarred from years of heavy strings
Yet on the bare skin of my back, they were the softest of wings.
Winged and wide open, soaring free and high, arms straining joyfully against the gravity, floating on upswells of warm air, circling and rising, screaming my life to the sky
As i looked up into the sky i could finally see light. The heavy clouds had finally passed over and thats when i saw them. There were birds from all directions.
The creature took flight, and the man atop took the young princess with him. A shower of arrows pierced his wings, but he did not fall. The beast released an inferno from his jaws into the woods where the village existed, filling the air with the smell of burning. Wheeling away, he sped towards the great black mountains. Little did the rider know that a boy would follow. A boy that wreak havoc on all that was done and that would be done. The boy would be the only one that could take him down.
Turn this later into a prophecy when the village is recovering.
just like a one winged dove
the song plays in the background
the car radio turned on low
one of those classic rock station you dad listens to
but you dont hear it
you cant hear anything other than
your own heartbeat as you lean forward
until flesh touches flesh
This is how I’ve lived my life thus far. I’ve winged just about everything you can imagine. And as I’ve been getting older and have more responsibilities, I’m getting sucker punched by this mentality. I’ve come to appreciate the simple beauty of checklists.
I fell in love with an artist. A musician, to be exact.
He was reserved, almost cold; thoughts impossible to extract.
His hands were calloused and scarred from years of heavy strings
Yet on the bare skin of my back, they were the softest of wings.