Tuesday, June 6, 2017


(written on 26 August 2016; posted much later)

Every time I’ve been happy…
I’ve wanted wings.
To flutter away to the beach at sunset.

Every time I’ve been sad…
I’ve wanted wings.
To drown my sorrow in a drink or perhaps walk on the sand.

Every time I’ve been angry…
I’ve wanted wings.
To slam the door behind me and zoom out of the house, leaving the world behind.

I finally have wings. I finally have a driver’s licence.

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