and i normally walk upon them with ease, and a sense of self control.
today, however, i have walked with hinderance.
among the floors,
which are no longer made of wood,
but feathers instead.
instead everything is made of feathers.light, and easy to understand.
easily housing each family on your street.
feather doors, and window curtains.
feather fruit bowls, and jewelry boxes.
walking on feathers feels nice.
it's simple, and quaint.
i just don't know if i quite get it yet.
cause of all the things that appear so simple,
really are the most complex in my mind.
i'll pick apart every feather which my feet have stepped upon.
and pry through every small strand which holds a belonging.
that's all-right.
it's quite all-right.
i'll be like a feather soon.
poked, and prodded, and picked apart.
it's all-right
it's quite all-right.
