"The Truth About Gay Animals"
No, truly. That was a show on tv tonight. The Trio channel.
Our lives are turning, changing...blowing past us, into this tumultuous wind. Unsure of where we place our feet, we move unsteadily on, as new birds flapping still wet wings. So we fly. We spread our beautiful wings and flap away from what we know. Good luck, my lovelies. Good luck to you brave featherbrains. Hah. Good luck.
As for me...well. My migration pattern is as unpredictable as ever. Graduation is on my 18th Birthday. May 17. I will have closed another chapter on this life, another section sealed off. From here...I don't really know. I am unable to care for myself, unfit and incapable of supporting myself, so I must once again follow at the footsteps of those that can provide, which takes me, coincidentally, once again away from my loved ones.
As Jen said, it is a stormy night. The weather does not bode well. But we are in Oklahoma, where things are so much worse.
Windswept and rainwashed, I give myself to you. My lovelies.
My friends.
Our lives are turning, changing...blowing past us, into this tumultuous wind. Unsure of where we place our feet, we move unsteadily on, as new birds flapping still wet wings. So we fly. We spread our beautiful wings and flap away from what we know. Good luck, my lovelies. Good luck to you brave featherbrains. Hah. Good luck.
As for me...well. My migration pattern is as unpredictable as ever. Graduation is on my 18th Birthday. May 17. I will have closed another chapter on this life, another section sealed off. From here...I don't really know. I am unable to care for myself, unfit and incapable of supporting myself, so I must once again follow at the footsteps of those that can provide, which takes me, coincidentally, once again away from my loved ones.
As Jen said, it is a stormy night. The weather does not bode well. But we are in Oklahoma, where things are so much worse.
Windswept and rainwashed, I give myself to you. My lovelies.
My friends.