The kid is already breaking, and he’s just a little boy. Throwing spiders and birds at children, gathering flowers and like-minded toys. Sitting awkward upon his pedestal, exhaling mandalas from his mouth. We are wondering if he’s all right. We are wondering if he still eats. We are wondering if we did wrong, when we told him that we believed. Is he soon to be subsumed, in the hissing sound of scrutiny? Is he soon to be alone, with his fingers and thumbs shaking? …I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I only really wanted to help. But I know you’ve got to be careful, and you’ve got to always be strong. It’s your gift, but it’s sometimes your weakness too. You’ve just got to always be strong. I am sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I did the best that I knew how to do. Yes I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wish I could have thought only of you…
Angels Of Light - The Kid Is Always Breaking
