One-Winged Angel(s)
If I were to give you this piece of me, even just the smallest sliver, we could start.
Start in, with the anacrusis as is always crucial.
Breathe in,
.breathe out
We could try to play together. And where would we be by the end of it?
We'd be right back where we are now, just...just a little more dead than we were before.
Or, might we be a little more alive? We've breathed, haven't we?
You can't do anything if you haven't taken a deep breath first, I find.
Oh, don't laugh - and don't make me laugh, either! Stop that!
You're making faces at me. I suppose that means you're comfortable enough to do so.
Will you stay that way? Will you still need me, even when the song has ended?
Maybe this isn't important. Maybe it doesn't matter, before gods that created this world.
It's entropy, right? That's what Taion says. Just a little thing that would have happened anyway, probably. Not worth worrying about.
But if we don't worry, if we don't take care of each other...
I don't think anything of that sort could possibly care about us as much as we can care about each other.
If I were to give you all of me, down to the smallest possible sliver, only then could we start.