Where Birds Go to Die
When I was a child, I would have looked you in the eye and told you I wanted to be a bird when I grew up. It was every child''s dream at that time to be anything they weren''t. Life passed with every fleeting imagination then, every absurd thought that entertained our masterminds. Worlds were made and forgotten to come and go and use as we pleased, where life was normal. We clothed ourselves with ...
When I was a child, I would have looked you in the eye and told you I wanted to be a bird when I grew up. It was every child''s dream at that time to be anything they weren''t. Life passed with every fleeting imagination then, every absurd thought that entertained our masterminds. Worlds were made and forgotten to come and go and use as we pleased, where life was normal. We clothed ourselves with ...
