Call me crazy, but once I thought I could fly. Magic drawn from fainted figures and shapes in the air, and I could glow like dozens of candles dancing and flickering. I now fly above. Because I tried flying so many times, and so many times I've fallen. I tried and I tried to fly, I tried to be that candle that flickers, that fairy with wings. One day I found my courage, my pains and my sadness, wrapped in a blanket, staring at a blurry image on a TV screen. That day I took them, embraced and loved them. They were a part of me. That day I manage to fly. Fly so close to the sun that my skin was burning. I now fly above. Walk among. Stare beneath.
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Soul & Flesh
ПоезіяWARNING: Poems deal with subjects of depression, death, mental illness, masochism, suicide, abuse, and many more topics that can trigger an unwelcomed respond. Some of the poems may also contain mild language. Consider yourself warned. Thank you...
