02-08-2019, 10:46 AM | #1 |
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"Dare Me To Fly?"
quick ish for a league elsewhere. signed up short notice, dropped next day.
It could have been us. There on the scrap heap, stuck in a rut, reluctant to budge colored disgusted and smothered in rust. Enough was enough. I wanted more. I often thought on how to break it to you, or to not at all - making excuses - I wasn’t sure I could face it, in truth. Some say that’s it’s cruel to be kind, and staying with you wasn’t right so I faced the truth and decided to make my move. I was right. I’ve been happier since travelling without the baggage you bring, free from the grasp of your fingers pulling me back by the string. I’m expanding my wings, planning new things and soaring the heights better to adjust the course of my flight than to live caught in a lie. Don’t you agree? I’ve chosen my freedom over the preset ideal most people seek. The cold and the steeled gawping gaze of a ball and chain that called my name all but made me walk it’s way before I came to my senses. The relationship ended, and I don’t miss it at all. I’ve visions of your same old dreaded Day-Glo red raincoat kept hid in a drawer. Sitting ignored, a little forlorn looking. Distant. Distraught. In physically poor condition, torn, twisted and warped. Finished, Withdrawn. Sounds all too familiar, right? This is precisely why I had to follow my instinct and fly. I was just beginning to rise when you opened your hand and in the blink of an eye, my soul had been snatched. The cosy companion I’d grown so attached to was holding me back. I no longer wrap my arms around you or wear your heart on my sleeve ‘cause I was falling apart at the seams, like that Parka you keep. It’s hard to believe this could have been us. There on the scrap heap, stuck in a rut, reluctant to budge and sharing our lives. Too scared of what might happen if we bared what’s inside Until one of us asked “Dare me to fly?”
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02-08-2019, 12:28 PM | #2 | ||
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The writing in and of itself was pretty great. I wasn't fond of the topic tho or at least the theme you chose to go with. In comparisons to how creative you usually spin the topic/picture this was relatively baseline at best. No offense. But I think you'll agree. With that said...
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