june1st, 1981
Idonia Street, St Paul Deptford, GREENWICH
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Dearest little birdy,
Have you ever had a strange dream that you know couldn't possibly have happened, but aren't quite sure? I used to dream a lot that I was the point on an arrow, that I was the whole in a button, the screw that held the door hinge in place. I didn't have adventures like the actual door itself, who would boast of seeing what was going on in each room. I wasn't special like the bow that launched me into the sky, I wasn't even the arrow, I was only its head. The walls would laugh at the gossip they caught between their ears, spilling toxic secrets from their mouths through the floor, to the next rooms. And I was just the arrow head. But I was the point that lodged itself into the birds flesh, I was the strong button whole that kept the fashion show moving. I was small but I was doing something.
And that is what you are, you are small but you are my therapy.
~INDYLULU
