I want to fly high up in the sky.
I want pure white wings that can carry me there.
I want them full of feathers that are light and controllable.
I want them to be a part of me, as though I've always had them.
I want the pain that comes when they emerge from my back, no matter how horrible.
I want to be an angel.
I want the beauty they have.
Their freedom.
Their feelings.
But most of all,
I want their wings, to jump off a bridge, and finally fly, with those pure white feathers, through the cloud filled skies of the world.
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~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
