fallen angel

September 7, 2009 at 5:38 am Leave a comment

There was a time i cared
what others thought
still do
but less and less of me is left
to think
to care
to wonder what’s next

i’m just a bundle of desires
clinging on for dear life
only there’s nothing to hold on to
and i’m falling

there’s no one there to catch me
and no one gave me the instruction manual
for the wings
on my back

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Interesting Globe & Mail article morning light

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