Angel flight.

And my wings...
Oh, my wings!!
They were so beautiful!
So wonderful!

So free and white!
So soft, so polite.
I could fly with them to the clouds.
I could swim with them in the skies.
I could dive with them in the sunlight!


The wind in my face,
the quiet in the air,
and the breeze in the tops.


But storms...


Oh, the scars...
yo see them in my back?
They hurt, hurt so much...

Look at them, they were so wonderful...
look at them, so beautiful...


Now there they lay,
in the mud, in the crap!!
As if they were never my most preciate treasure.

Look at them, so broken, so unwhite.
So dirty, so crappy, so unpolite.

Trust me, I tried to get them again.

I tried to fit them again

Tied, glued, sewed!
But they're not for me, not for anyone, not anymore.




Oh I loved, I loved so much my smile with the wind...


Image by Jason Chan