I have no wings; my wings are broken; I can't fly anymore. I'm a lost bird that has been soaring from sky to sky, hoping to find new seraphic wings that will carry my next breath to my next demise. I am the bearer of lies and the bittersweet essence of flowers that turn to ashes, ushering in the coldest days of summer and forgetting how to bloom. I don't know what help is, but I crave for wings, I crave for the warm sunlight, I crave for my final rest, and oh I crave for water.
