|| Wings*

you’re like wings
you believe that you only have 1.
so you search for another wing.
really not caring if it matches your own.

just so they can fly, finally – they dont care.
once the other wing breaks b/c it doesnt fit.
then they wonder what happened.
thinking it was ONCE perfect…

when you find that other pretty wing that fits
perfectly with your own, youll just know.
cracks and bruises come with, but you
get used to it.
working at patching it back together,
helps you stay alive.

with all this comes patients
why hurry up a beautiful fairytail.
when everything could just fall in to place —
if you let it.

then you can fly as high as you want.

— me