It is hard to see an angel cry.
They don’t just weep like some far off statue, but get inside you and bring the sadness home. One might love to be able to shape their face like a clay figurine, to bring that smile back and allude to an even greater happiness within, but sometimes it is not to be.
I think back during these times to Kill Bill Volume 2 and the line, ‘was… inconsolable.’ Is there the right question to ask? The right arrangement of words to say? Is there a song I could play?
Or is my beautiful angel meant for this? Am I just supposed to admire from afar?
They don’t just weep like some far off statue, but get inside you and bring the sadness home. One might love to be able to shape their face like a clay figurine, to bring that smile back and allude to an even greater happiness within, but sometimes it is not to be.
I think back during these times to Kill Bill Volume 2 and the line, ‘was… inconsolable.’ Is there the right question to ask? The right arrangement of words to say? Is there a song I could play?
Or is my beautiful angel meant for this? Am I just supposed to admire from afar?
