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Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden...
I dunno. Pretty lyrics. The rhythm sweeps back and forth, like the giant pendulum that slowly makes its way around its circle.
I have such different problems than I thought I would as a child. The things that I enjoy aren't the things I thought I would. In fact, the same things I enjoy and anticipate nowadays, the idea of them used to frighten me. Everything frightened me as a child, though. Certain Disney movies. Strangers. People who talk and move quickly, gesturing around them with big movements - heck, in the right setting, I am one of those people. Physical closeness - I used to not even enjoy hugs, much less seek out close personal contact the way I do now.
Funny how things change.
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden...
I dunno. Pretty lyrics. The rhythm sweeps back and forth, like the giant pendulum that slowly makes its way around its circle.
I have such different problems than I thought I would as a child. The things that I enjoy aren't the things I thought I would. In fact, the same things I enjoy and anticipate nowadays, the idea of them used to frighten me. Everything frightened me as a child, though. Certain Disney movies. Strangers. People who talk and move quickly, gesturing around them with big movements - heck, in the right setting, I am one of those people. Physical closeness - I used to not even enjoy hugs, much less seek out close personal contact the way I do now.
Funny how things change.