wings and sparkling things
i find you cold, cold as the most faded corpse, left to decompose on rotting forest floors. all the emptiness that surrounds us now is a phantom shadow of what it used to be, we are empty in apathy because all of a sudden we're too exhausted to continue caring so goddamn much about everything and everyone. i don't know about you but i'd like a nap, a chance to lay down and disappear fully into my cynicism or perhaps into the idealism of my adolescence just to regain that optimism for a few hours. i don't know what i'm talking about, i am more optimistic now than i ever was back then. just less jaded by a collapsing world. back then i believed wearing fairy wings in public would change things, would encourage minds to open. now i know it simply encourages judgment and the sneers of a world that knows nothing of lightheartedness and the importance of glitter.
throw a handful of glitter in the air over your head in the middle of a sunny day when everything is green. then reexamine the way you look at the world. you will see what i mean.