Is this my last post? I can’t really tell, but I do know that I couldn’t leave without visiting – at least just once more – the beautiful skies of our 100 Word Song:
M’desk is standing-height. I wanna crawl underneath it, to hide from Him.
I wanna crawl underneath, but it’s too high, providin’ no space small enough to feel safe.
I wanna crawl underneath, despite His sayin’ that everything’s finally becoming as it shoulda always been… as it never coulda been till now.
I crave to crawl underneath, as His reassurances only cause to pain me more.
My wings’re becoming unbound. Stretchin’, flexin’, impatient to be tried. Not on m’own account, but simply cuz the time is Now.
I wanna crawl underneath. But doing so’s pointless, tain’t nothing can hamper my Flight now…
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as long as i'm singing 