FlightOnce upon a time,There was a boy who wanted to fly. As such, he went on a search for a pair of wings to take him skyward. In an old home of his, long ago, he found a pair beyond him. But he reached too slowly and too late for them, and they denied his venture.For months,The boy did not search for a new flight. New wings came suddenly, though, almost as if they had brought them upon him themselves. They were fowl, though, and he could only hop until they flew away without him: unburdened. Battered only slightly from an unexpected and heartfelt landing, the young man kept a high chin on the lookout for new feathers.Funnily enough,He found a new source of down. High in the sky, he shot it and pulled it from the air. Flying high, these fierce, pitch wings became his life, the parasite eating away at his soul. His life killed him and nearly itself until it had had its fill and thrown him away. The boy's life flew away with his youth twice as he pulled it back to himself in a gasp for t
The Sun is JealousIt's really, really hot out here,And I'm willing to blame you from the bottom of my heart....But I feel like that ball of plasma(All the way up there) also plays a major part.I'm just sayin'.You can't take all of the credit.Because that sun is a jealous, vengeful sun,And I don't want it to get angry,Especially not at my Golden One.So... I don't know. Maybe you could try,Just a little, to lay off the heat?Make the sun happy,And slow down my heart's beat.