Sir Day Walker

Praise Koolaid

Unchain Her Melody

Her tears soaked the filter of the cigarette, yet she somehow managed to
keep it alight. Just like most things, she always managed through the tears.
She must have learned to swim in the oceans that left her body.
It’s like there were chains of ancient bound to her heart, but she was never
absent of soul. She sleeps in melancholy song. She sleeps in vibrant life,
no one there to see…why she awakens so sad. I’ve always thought it was
because she awakens each day, that made her so sad. I dare say,
I would…for just one moment, like to peer into her sleep.
To hear the melody that makes her eyes dance while they are closed.
But then, I too might have to learn…how to swim.
I may never learn the dance.
Instead, I shall be chained to a life of learning how to dream.

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