Golden Butterfly art by Gothic Ice Cream @ DeviantArt
I had always been able to see
” I had always been able to see.
Acutely aware of the spaces in between.
Touching faces with tender hands.
Long gazes into faces and eyes,
Searching for the miracle,
For the missing pieces.
That I must,
Have left behind.
In the yonder world.
Beyond the sky.
In the stillness of dreams and flight paths.
Where Angels make filtered noises to remind them of the music here.
As close as they could get without materializing.
Making me sing down here for their amusement.
Now I remember,
How I longed for a voice.
I traded in my wings.
To feel the passion and burning of emotions,
In motions of time slots.
Here in the weight world of lunatics and shouting.
Where voices are so heavy they can blow up…
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