Coney Island Queen

Angels and Flowers

Let's say we've gone to laundry and all my clothes are clean now. I'm writing a song now, so many phrases are spinning around my head, but it's so hard to get them together with the right beat as a song.

 

        I have to make a demo, I've written a lot of songs, true. But I never actually keep em' in my mind. So it's kinda hard to pick the right song, and instead of picking one of them I'm thinking about writing something new.

 

        Since I'm free today, I'm gonna go to somewhere to find inspiration. By the way, this man I met along the road has a name, his name is Lione. Weird name, his parents rock.

 

        I've searched for him, in like everywhere, but I found nothing. So I guess I'm free to go. There's a park around here, very crowded at afternoon. I got to see loving couples, mothers, children, boys, girls. It's like everyone in this small town is having a good time together at the park. Well, not together like that. Just, the same time and the same place.

        There is a little girl, taking flowers and collecting them inside her picnic basket. "Mommy, Daddy.. can I bring them home?", the pretty little blonde asked. "Honey, they'll be death if you took them away from their family.", the beautiful mom said. "But since you've separated them away, you can bring them home. But don't throw them away in the trash." the daddy said.

         It's such a pity being a flower. If you grow to pretty, people will take you for their satisfaction. And when you're no longer beautiful, that's the moment when they will throw you away. Like a piece of empty soda can.

       

        Where would I be in the next 20 years? I don't even know where I'll be in the next 3 hours. I'm not so pretty. People say that I'm weird, I do what people don't, I like what people don't, I always follow my heart, my desire, my pleasure. I just go wherever the wind blows. From this moment on, I will set a goal.

        "Hi!", that cute little blonde girl is waving at me, waking me up from my daydream. Her smile is like an angel. She reminded me of the way I used to look in my childhood photographs. 

         "Hi, little angel", I said with a smile on. Maybe she realized that someone is watching over her. She smiled back at me, and then dancing around the park like a little princess. I sometime pictured myself as a princess too, a cute little girl with a taste of men who're older, a lolita.