Sometimes, I still think of the weight on my shoulders as wings.
I've always dreamed about having wings.
I've imagined what kind of wings I would have.
I've spent hours thinking about it.
Butterfly or insect wings.
Bird or angel wings.
How big I wanted them to be.
The color, the texture of them.
The sound they make when in flight.
Sometimes, I feel the weight of them on my shoulders.
It's a blessing and a curse.
The weight of these wings.
