The Leaver's Dance

"Because all my wings have grown and the winds died down, we all fall down."

That's what I thought I heard. It's like a poetic dyslexia when you find out that was never said at all. But it never leaves you. I still hear it.

I feel older.

I used to carry children's books around in my mind. Now I carry news and the decline of wetern civilization. I used to transcend the music but now it's turned on me. And I feel lost. Films are too real and I feel put upon and carry out more troubles than when I went in. And then I feel unfortunately found. Books telling me about what the hell is going on, and what the hell is going on?

My wings grew.

So did Finn. 17 years have been long and hard. Nineteen feels the strain and when the guitar is down, the dyslexia kicks in. Hearing things differently. Writing them down. Maybe I should too.

Or maybe I didn't hear that right.

The Veils