The last chocolate piece, Those fries you unexpectedly find at the bottom of the bag, The smell of coffee in the morning, that fresh breeze in a hot summer day, this thing I feel for you.



Wings and eyes. That’s all I need. No fingers no hands no feet no mouth no ears no body. You can take all those prisons away from me. I donate them to the gatekeepers, those doubting Thomases love non believers. Just wings and you in my eyes. that’s all I need