I can’t remember the last time I made a paper airplane. Do you remember how they each flew differently but were folded the same? Each crease of our imagination, when it flew, we would watch with fascination. Weighed down by too many thoughts and prayer, I question why it never goes anywhere. But when a friend makes one and I see it fly, I can’t help but smile and give it another try.
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When the boatman’s bell tolls I must answer the call. The crew, one by one, crossing that brow alone. The colors of constellations will remain at half-mast for now. With an uncharted course set, a prayer will be enough to help guide us out. Where we are going no angels will greet us. Instead, we will be welcomed by the songs of sirens behind a veil of salt spray. With Poseidon’s back turned, I can enjoy one last affair with the sea. Carrying only her scent, I can set off to another foreign shore, calling it home.
She’s the toughest little thing to ever punch my throat. She’s not a stranger to anyone and she can hold her own. She’s lovely and scary, subtle yet moody. A woman worth having at my side my girl Brandy