Sting told me if I love somebody I should set them free.
I doubt Sting ever loved anyone with wings. If he did he might rethink such a stupid sentiment.
I suppose the point is to wait for your love to come back to you voluntarily.
I wonder if there’s a difference between setting something free and letting it go?
I probably did it wrong.
I should stop taking advice from my radio.
I worry that you’re lost.
I keep a heart-shaped cage unlocked for you, out on the street where it can easily be seen.
So if one day you return at least you’ll have a place to stay.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
fish · February 12, 2010 at 11:23 am
I love this, it’s beautiful!
Liz · February 13, 2010 at 3:44 pm
I love all of your Tales, but this one is my favorite!
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