Don’t you want to feel my bones?

Supposedly in check, the Happy Prince reels in his weary façade, seeking a blissful moment away from the reality of his mundane existence. He persists, as he always will, not for the virtues of the perseverance but for the culmination of his efforts. He cares not for these actions themselves; he knows one day he will fly and leave the scattered remains of this torturous routine far behind him. He will go to a place where he will be whole again, where he will thrive in a world not covered in the ash and dust of the dead but that basks in the peaceful kiss of sublimity, and he will turn into light.

He remembers this every time he looks into those inescapable eyes…

Against your bones…