sakora2000

Where am I now? I stopped feeling my existence a while back. I’ve been walking for so long to the point where I’m just numb to life. I once belonged in the sky. I flew high, proud of myself, arrogant. I loved existing then. Now I just don’t see why I’m still walking. My wings. My white wings. The ones that supported me, are all tangled between a thick layer of tar now. It didn’t happen overnight. It never does. Sometimes I was able to wash them clean by myself. The tar wasn’t enough then. Other times, I ignored the small stains and was able to keep flying without washing them. But they accumulated in the end. The small stains worked together. They bonded and multiplied. Their goal was simple; bring this bird down. What good are they now? These white wings… black wings… what good are they now? It’s heavy. To carry them, to drag them. It’s heavy. I wonder if I dive deep into the ocean, will they untangle? How long will I have to stay under the waves? Will I need to drown first?