Wednesday, February 13, 2008
there are orange colored wings pumping like fury against the darkness, and a tiny heart pumping like song against the stillness, and a set of lungs pumping like a bellows against the sun. because there's an inch of sky above and water and dinosaur bones below and nothing but black air in between. and its hard to breathe in the belly of the earth. so take your comforts where you can get them. this place is beauty wrapped in a skin of fog. every moment is a battle won. and freedom is only freedom if you've been caged. so when the time comes and the music calls, you better fly, because flying might be the only way you have to know you're still breathing.