Crooked crows shouldn't be mistaken for albatrosses. Clearly they're very different. BUT as I lay on the concrete, as the eternal sunshine burnt my face, I made a decision. I glorified the flight of the crows, cause we all did.
And fuck it, I shot the albatross.
OH GREAT BEASTS OF MY HEART-The White Grizzly told my mama that my flight would never just be 20 ft high.
He said to get my ass off the ground, and I climbed, against the will of my dark soul.
MY DARK SOUL- He spat up blood in the name of destruction. His weight was always on my heels. Almost audibly he spoke his evil words, "FALL, FALL." He cried out as my body tore itself apart, pleaded with me for safety.
A safer world, does not include a child soaring above the masses! Think people, if you saw your children bleeding would you not bandage their wounds?
Don't you know? That's the crow squawking!
Now look again.
"You see your child separated from his heart by a four thousand foot distance. He keeps on jumpin and jumpin but he cant get his feet off the ground due to those by damn overweight black leeches, eating away at his love. He grabs them with his already bloodied hands and rips them off his wings, as he flies to you."
Yeah, it may take me listening to hours upon hours of silence to hear the albatross, but when I hear him, fuck it, I hear it. Yeah, with the crow I just hear a piece of the truth, and I speculate and swing and miss. I bandage the leeches wounds.
But just for one week, 50 miles of pain, my ears were his. My soul was his. The White Grizzly led us up those dead mountains, and those TRUE Cowboys let me know which way the albatross was flying. The scenery was astounding, and surely it could of been my deathbed, but Aslan, I wanted to make you proud. And trembling girl, I just wanted to hold you in my arms.
So I ripped those leaches off my body, just to put my soul in your hands. Just so you would take me into consideration. Aslan, you know my heart. I am just utterly desperate.
So desperate I climbed that bloody mountain to put that red dirt on my body and face.
So desperate I burned the tattooed lines of so many crows onto my heart.
So desperate I shot the albatross just for the chance.
I am just utterly desperate.
So please I beg of you,
Never let me go.
I don't want to be ever
let go.
let go.
