We do have wings we don’t use that much.
Look around and see what it means to ignore that stunning touch.
Lifting from the numb ground through the chilling and sunny sky, whirling your body around asking yourself: “I Am I?”
And then loosing that heavy burden carried on right after you, a sad buddy looking like a dark maiden, with skinny cheeks that haunts you.
Smart and wonderful in the air among summers and winters, going higher and falling from the main stair, but always swimming in the most beautiful rivers.
