Today my mind is over loaded it would be good to soar above it all on a strong win, but only one wing means I would just circle and crash, I need the strength of the helmet around me
Pain is a feathered thing
No
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
Emily Dickinson
but then she never went out of her room
maybe that is where I am going wrong
