study of a fluttershy: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13236843/
(Poem No. 557)
by Emily Dickinson
She hideth Her the last –
And is the first, to rise –
Her Night doth hardly recompense
The Closing of Her eyes –
She doth Her Purple Work –
And putteth Her away
In low Apartments in the Sod –
As Worthily as We.
To imitate Her life
As impotent would be
As make of Our imperfect Mints,
The Julep – of the Bee –
…wallpaper!
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine.
I am fine.
I am fine.
Counting Crows – Colorblind