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Ralph had been made with a sole purpose: making little things stay insignificant as they are.
He was less than an inch tall and would look like a fairy from a distance, except he was made of steel. His body was steel, his wings wrenches but his heart was golden. Because he was so little, he would fly and describe tiny bursts of light that reflected from the surface of his body. His creator was proud of him, yet Ralph stayed hours and hours still, looking through the window to the murky, wet, rainy weather that lied across the door and would most surely be his death.
While his creator had went to the groceries, Ralph squeezed within a fringe between the window frames and flied away to the village. The fields were filled with green, yellow and orange, the houses were square, round and hexagonal and it didn’t take long for him to find other people. Unlike his creator said, there were all kinds of shapes, colours and textures in children, men and women. He followed those people and found the market.
Though he was smaller than a thumb, his heart pounded louder than a bell. Head to toes, he froze and fainted, falling to the ground in a blissful sigh. To his mind came the thought of getting near, close and rear. He felt shy, but not thinking was not living. By touch alone would I tell! The next day, he went back to the city. He looked every corner and ended up finding her near the fountain. From behind her, he could hear her sing:
Slowly, and without her noticing it, he came near her ear and sat on her shoulder. As she scrubbed and soaped her vests, he kept still in awe. But when she felt an itch on her shoulder, her hand poised above Ralph. Ralph was amused by her tickle, but as the lady felt the unwanted lump up her shoulder, she jumped back and tried to smash him in her hands. In amidst of disgrace, fear and sudden rage, Ralph tried to defend himself by pinching her hair.
But when she lay her hands on Ralph
She squeezed his wings between her fingers
And threw him to the border of the fountain
If Ralph were a real fairy, he’d have magically escaped. But Ralph was no fairy, he was made of steel, wrenches and gold. He was just an invention who thought by touch alone he would tell. But love is no invention, and love alone had been his ruin. And on the uncertainty that lies there, between perishing and withdrawal, he lay alone, broken and clammed to the rock, waiting, waiting… just waiting.
Because little things never stay little
Like a rollercoaster made out from snow
Like a rollercoaster made out from snow
He was less than an inch tall and would look like a fairy from a distance, except he was made of steel. His body was steel, his wings wrenches but his heart was golden. Because he was so little, he would fly and describe tiny bursts of light that reflected from the surface of his body. His creator was proud of him, yet Ralph stayed hours and hours still, looking through the window to the murky, wet, rainy weather that lied across the door and would most surely be his death.
But then came the Summer
When clouds faded and birds chirped
Ralph didn’t waste even a minute to go out
When clouds faded and birds chirped
Ralph didn’t waste even a minute to go out
While his creator had went to the groceries, Ralph squeezed within a fringe between the window frames and flied away to the village. The fields were filled with green, yellow and orange, the houses were square, round and hexagonal and it didn’t take long for him to find other people. Unlike his creator said, there were all kinds of shapes, colours and textures in children, men and women. He followed those people and found the market.
And then he met her
Velvet eyes in crimson wrapped
Sweet dimples in a sidereal smile
Velvet eyes in crimson wrapped
Sweet dimples in a sidereal smile
Though he was smaller than a thumb, his heart pounded louder than a bell. Head to toes, he froze and fainted, falling to the ground in a blissful sigh. To his mind came the thought of getting near, close and rear. He felt shy, but not thinking was not living. By touch alone would I tell! The next day, he went back to the city. He looked every corner and ended up finding her near the fountain. From behind her, he could hear her sing:
Oh well oh well
will this feeling shed
My sigh my sigh
My life’s come to end
will this feeling shed
My sigh my sigh
My life’s come to end
Slowly, and without her noticing it, he came near her ear and sat on her shoulder. As she scrubbed and soaped her vests, he kept still in awe. But when she felt an itch on her shoulder, her hand poised above Ralph. Ralph was amused by her tickle, but as the lady felt the unwanted lump up her shoulder, she jumped back and tried to smash him in her hands. In amidst of disgrace, fear and sudden rage, Ralph tried to defend himself by pinching her hair.
But when she lay her hands on Ralph
She squeezed his wings between her fingers
And threw him to the border of the fountain
If Ralph were a real fairy, he’d have magically escaped. But Ralph was no fairy, he was made of steel, wrenches and gold. He was just an invention who thought by touch alone he would tell. But love is no invention, and love alone had been his ruin. And on the uncertainty that lies there, between perishing and withdrawal, he lay alone, broken and clammed to the rock, waiting, waiting… just waiting.
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