I am the Christmas Morning' Toy. I am the Trojan Horse of Troy.
Yesterday, I woke up and I realized that I may be more messed up than I thought.
Last night, I heard myself growing up.
This morning, I woke up and the world is mine again.
...sometimes, one has to walk the wicked path to prove that one can stand on one's own.
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On Christmas Day, I danced around in my apartment with pretty white wings. There were angels gathering. I don't think I quite fitted in. There were so pure and white, I think I might taint them all if I reach out and touch them. I felt I didn't belong. The angels will fall if I breathe on them.
The day after Christmas, I put on my black wings and slid around in my apartment. I felt free and lonely at the same time. The wings grew bigger as the time passed on, until it concealed the whole of me and the space turned dark and empty with nothing but the voices of forlorn.
...
Last night, Lucy and I walked up the hill under the moonlight. The wind blew harshly and the trees shook their leaves. Little Shadows hopping from branches to branches, red eyes sparkle in the dark and quick flashes of ghastly white fangs. I don't know if I was trying to be brave for myself or for the sake of Lucy, but I know that she could feed off of my emotion. I had to stand my ground and showed her that everything is alright. I closed my eyes, inhaled the cold wind and asked Mother Nature to protect me. We walked back to the stable under the embraced of the breeze, and voracious watchful eyes of the Shadows who dare not enter our space. Lucy and I, we got back to the barn all right. It's a level of accomplishment, I suppose.
Today, I woke up comfortable and happy under my blankets. I donned on my grey wings, stretched them out one side at a time before I tucked them in underneath my jacket. I'm going outside to play under the sun. It is a beautiful day with clear blue sky. I guess the wind last night blew away all the pollutions. There was an angel sipping on a Dolce Latte at the local Starbucks. She was reading a book. I didn't try to make eye contact or get her attention, though, I did smile to myself. I may not be dancing among the White Wings, but I still can see them.
Last night, I heard myself growing up.
This morning, I woke up and the world is mine again.
...sometimes, one has to walk the wicked path to prove that one can stand on one's own.
***********
On Christmas Day, I danced around in my apartment with pretty white wings. There were angels gathering. I don't think I quite fitted in. There were so pure and white, I think I might taint them all if I reach out and touch them. I felt I didn't belong. The angels will fall if I breathe on them.
The day after Christmas, I put on my black wings and slid around in my apartment. I felt free and lonely at the same time. The wings grew bigger as the time passed on, until it concealed the whole of me and the space turned dark and empty with nothing but the voices of forlorn.
...
Last night, Lucy and I walked up the hill under the moonlight. The wind blew harshly and the trees shook their leaves. Little Shadows hopping from branches to branches, red eyes sparkle in the dark and quick flashes of ghastly white fangs. I don't know if I was trying to be brave for myself or for the sake of Lucy, but I know that she could feed off of my emotion. I had to stand my ground and showed her that everything is alright. I closed my eyes, inhaled the cold wind and asked Mother Nature to protect me. We walked back to the stable under the embraced of the breeze, and voracious watchful eyes of the Shadows who dare not enter our space. Lucy and I, we got back to the barn all right. It's a level of accomplishment, I suppose.
Today, I woke up comfortable and happy under my blankets. I donned on my grey wings, stretched them out one side at a time before I tucked them in underneath my jacket. I'm going outside to play under the sun. It is a beautiful day with clear blue sky. I guess the wind last night blew away all the pollutions. There was an angel sipping on a Dolce Latte at the local Starbucks. She was reading a book. I didn't try to make eye contact or get her attention, though, I did smile to myself. I may not be dancing among the White Wings, but I still can see them.
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