| Posted at 01:52 PM on September 14, 2009 |
Back and forth; arogant anddemure.
Big yellowbird inside a cage, can you imagine escaping. Locking up myself again. With clipped wings, no bird can fly away. Darkness always sets in early when we head towards the winter.
Still striving for perfection.
It is easier to find, when your world is small. It is easier to find inside the cage.
And I will act as a child, zip my mouth, eat the key.
I wonder whether we own a spare...?
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