I feel something burning, and when I open my eyes I'm half my original size and covered in feathers. A beak stretches past the end of my vision. Before I can get cocky, I take off and fly after Val.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind