Chapter 37 - Wishing to Fly

Always and forever, our wings will glow.

Their were all true and pure guiding us to paradise

Almost imperfect like us, it still got damaged and bled

It healed itself like skin but slowly

Although their was a trick to the fantasize

Wings were once bone, once belong to the dark clouds and wreck less dreams

Someone was pulling me away so they may fly instead

Like weakness to its core, they were above me

And I was below them

Trying to stop myself from falling into the void, their was no time

I hit the ground as the wind was pulling me down

I woke up

Ill never forget that day

Those who fly, fly. Those who land in the rusted lake, did not succeed its comings.