So heres my reasoning behind the superstition that a bird shitting on your head brings good luck...........

Its all about perspective.... once you got bird poop in your hair.... everything else, in comparison, seems pretty much like heaven....!!

Oh, suck it up! You know I'm right!!

Flying...

Losing myself.... losing grip....
reality is overrated, is'nt it....?
the harsh lights are suddenly looking so pretty...
all my fears of not belonging seem now so petty....
when I felt there was nowhere left to run...
All I needed was a bottle of rum...
Snorting down a line of white...
Suddenly everything feels just right....
I never knew dancing could be so much fun...
All I had to do, was no longer run....
The rat- race seems totally unnecessary...
under the bright, psychedelic lights, Im lost in a different kind of flurry....
Whirling........
Spinning........
Losing control.......
On waking up.... last night's a total blur....
Where?
How?
When?
What?
WHO AM I????
This stranger looking at me from the mirror???
It just can't be !!
Those mascara streaks dont belong to me!!!
Eyes travelling over the room..... taking the damage in...
I realise what I've done.... as reality sets in....
Now, with my ego bruised and battered, I look up to the sky....
All I wanted to do was fly..............................................

(Inspiration received from the movie "Fashion")