Full

Cleaning up debris.
In melody, in harmony.
Why is there no symphony ?

Maybe.
Rhythm, pulse.
Flow, high.

Maybe one day I'll grow them wings.
Maybe one day I won't fall so hard.

Bruises.

Help me fly.
Blinking.
Sunlight.
Moonlight.
No, starlight.
No.

Light.

Inside.

Outside.

I am fine.

Bruises.

I am fine.

I am fine.

Light.

I am fine.

Inside.

Outside.