Stained Glass Wings

The early 2000's seemed like a rough time for me. I don't remember much. Mostly because I suppressed that bitch like you wouldn't believe. I wrote this in 04. I found it in one of my many journals that I kept. Apparently, I went through a phase in which I wrote my journals like I was talking to someone. It's very strange. I was a bizarre yet creative child.




I'm still a part of yesterday
Asleep but not quite dead

Sustained by all the visions
Flying on wings of glass
soaring through the hail storm
praying I don't fall