What is life and what is air? I don't think I could ever go anywhere but down when I question things. I then grow weary of the darkness and wish to have wings. Then I could fly up and witness the beauty of the earth. But I'm kept down where there is no worth. The dark side of society where people are run by material things. And sadness of the ones who know what they are missing out on in my head pings. They know of the true world where judgement is gone. And together we could watch the sun turn to dawn. Everything would be so magnificent and just the way the world should be. And no one would be obsessed with I, my or me. A place that I dream of and a place where my heart has flown. I wish that I choose that path with every last one of my bones. The air is being crushed from my lungs and I think my life is done. The wings in which hope rested, now carry none.
