He lays in his room drowning in his thoughts. Why was he so special? Did he deserve anything in this world? Every question like a stream leading into a river in his head, eventually forming into an ocean.
“Maybe I can’t fly. Maybe I can’t touch the sky. Maybe this is the end of the road for me.” He says to his walls, his floors, his bed, anything that would listen to his wallows of self-doubt. He thought of his friends, because he’s the oldest he’s watched them rise higher every day. He feels as though they’re taking off while he’s falling behind. He sighs “Maybe,” he thought “maybe they don’t need me anymore.”
He sits up and moves himself to the floor, only to lay there instead. Thinking the same questions which leads to others that only bring him to the same conclusion. Eventually his mind becomes too tired and weak to keep up with his negative thoughts, he falls asleep only to think the same thoughts later. When he finally comes back to reality, when he begins to become awake.
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Wings
Short StoryEach of them have their own problems, their own demons if you will. The seven struggle in their own journey, but they find strength within each other. Short stories of each of their lives going from their solos in WINGS.
