a gilded crow is something i thought up when i was really deep in my depression. to me, it was the perfect symbol of how i felt. something ugly and hideous, covered and disguised by something beautiful.

i dont mean say that i think im beautiful, but that i was able to go through day to day faking a smile, making everyone think i was happy and such, even though on the inside i felt mangled and hideous.

im long better now, but idk, it just stuck with me. i always remembered that image.