"If I had wings.. What would they be?
Would they be...
The Wings of an Angel, as pure as snow,
The wicked wings of a Devil,corrupt as filth.
The powerful wings of a Dragon, proud and free.
The flawed wings of Icarus, made of wax and hope.
Butterfly wings, Fae and fragile.
Mechanical Wings, cold but functional.
An Artist's canvas, holding me aloft , coming alive in the sky and the wind and the Artist heart.
Blankie wings then, comforting and soft.
No, I would fly with Wings made of Music's notes, Lyrics that send my mind racing, Sounds that inflame my soul.



Or maybe a puppet's strings would keep from falling..."


That was meant to be my Signiture but it seems to be too big.

Oh, Yeah and tiny frogs have invaded my backgarden