Secret Pop

Feb 17, 2002

Little Heart Attacks

Today was full. And I am full. It was a gluttonous day in many ways. I seem to be programmed to indict myself for that.

I just want to break free of the strange bonds that still hold me. They are paper thin. Brittle. Flimsy. Utterly powerless against me if I would only stretch my wings. I want to break them and cast them aside. I want them to disintegrate into the air and float away into nothing. I have the idea that -- when that happens -- I will float away myself. So light will I be. So unfettered. I will have difficulty keeping my feet on the ground at all.


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