gargoyle

What happens when you realise that when your feet touch the grounds of Utopia, it won't vaporise?
You have 2 weeks to pack your stuff and head on a one way ticket to paradise; take only the sentimental things.


I want to take you: to put you in a 60 by 50 by 60 box (that's the largest they've got here).
But you're too dense and too heavy.
And it says 'no winged creatures allowed'.
Your feet start to grow roots and drill deep into the concrete, your face pales as mine lights up.
'Paradise does not exist' says you.
And my heart disperses into an intense thunderstorm, leaving you and your wings drenched, unmoving.