Icarus Glue
I never thought I would fly in such rough weather, But I care not, having glued myself feather by feather, I could fall faster than my meteoric rise, but I don’t bother, Because a fall isn’t really painful, when taken
Icarus
The closer he went like a light-craving moth, The farther he seemed from her, like her wroth, Like the helplessness in him, his actions had wrought, Less better tidings, the day’s moonlight brought. There was once a time, when his