I was alone, I was at home. 'Til the fabric was torn. The cord was cut. My orbit had begun. . I was a simple being. I was simply being. Until I caught my own reflection.
You're gonna do what I say. And say what I say. You stretch your peacock feathers. You're always on display. Don't act so goddamned conflicted. You wouldn't have it any other way.
Loose-lipped secrets. I've seen those birdies chirping. Another promise perched on their fragile branches. Cradle and all.... . We all hide a diary beneath some mattress.