Nothing but trees and concrete jungles. Nothing but landfills and sewer systems. Nothing as far as the eye can see can bring any positivity to where I’m going. It’s nothing but ominous shadows and hidden deceit as far as I can see. I’m tired but I still refuse to accept defeat. Already the blood is leaving the wounds again. Already I am grabbing dearly to my sanity before it attempts another escape again.
Again, I am dragged to wander in this place called Hell.
“Once again, I cannot fly far enough.”
It has been many years. Many years since those who had finally grew their wings have taken flight and left the colony to see the world. To see those fly so far away, it brings unsettling emotions to my most inner thoughts. Inner thoughts that torment me as I walk upon the earth, knowing I might never see the beautiful view of a world outside this domain or the fantastic feeling of flight itself. Like me, there are some that are grounded to this cold earth beneath me. There are some who either never had their wings or had their wings ripped out. I’m just one of those who was clipped and left to roam upon with the other flightless friends. I still look up to the skies, hoping that some day, I too may have my wings and leave this place of negativity and uncertainty. I only know that the only other option is to take the most hardest of all routes, and that is to live without wings. Every day, I see those with their wings fly high and lead their lives into their own futures. However, I’ve seen many who ended up having their wings ripped out and left for dead. I’ve seen those eventually making their nests nearby and accepting their fate, no longer with the hope of ever seeing the skies again.
I had my wings before and I managed to fly at some point, but that resulted in a series of events that lead to my disability of flight. Like the others, I am grounded with only the memories of seeing the world below me. Despite all of this, I try to do the impossible of attempting flight again, only to hit the ground. However I do not give up. I know that I may never fly again, but I still have my legs to carry me. I still have the remainder of my wings that may one day take me off the ground further than a few feet. It’s not much of a big improvement, but one still has to make the impossible possible. Even so, I still hang on to the thought of that day that I can finally fly away.
“Besides, you can only fly if you run fast enough. Flight just does not happen. You have to run very far in order to pick up that speed and use it to carry you away.”
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