Today, you let go of something. Feather-painting? Mating-dance? Premeditated alchemy?
Do you thank Anonymity - its silent, sound reflection of your archaism?
Or do you thank yourself - that primal force inside that speaks in unflappable attempts, then shuts its mouth when it's time to jump, and flies in time to change?
Do you thank Anonymity - its silent, sound reflection of your archaism?
Or do you thank yourself - that primal force inside that speaks in unflappable attempts, then shuts its mouth when it's time to jump, and flies in time to change?
