Remember when you were a kid,
when you had wings and the world was simply a conceptual boundary of existence?
It used to be fun,
it used to be simple,
it used to be magic.
someone cuts your wings and you are left hopeless,
stuck in the middle of nowhere, trying to achieve impossible goals with the weak bare feet of your human condition…
The soil hurts like hell, and your tears are no longer recognized amidst the sweat of deception.
This is what they call growing, the day someone cut your wings, and forgot to teach you how to fly again…