last night i woke up with the worst headache i’ve ever had in my life and i went into the bathroom to get some aspirin, and i happened to look in the mirror and i swear to god, i see something i can’t describe. but it sure as hell is not my reflection.
i really don’t want to look stupid when i’m sleeping
i never really liked sunny days
the black wings just reach out to me over the distance
i can feel the wind from the wings
i see the clouds and i feel the ocean with my feet
i know i’m home
From the book Sam by Edward Quigley (photographs) and John Crawford (text) • 1937
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