Do you know that feeling when you take off your wings and put it on somebody else's back because you love them, and they needed it more than you?
Then, time passes, and you're feeling broken, down there, and you want to lift yourself once again because that would do you good.
But you don't have your wings anymore. And it takes time to grow one again. Then you ask the one who has your Wings to get you lifted just for a moment, to get you up high. But, they say you never gave them your Wings, and you were always wingless as you are today.
And then you start to argue, because hey that's not the truth. You gave them the only thing you had and the only thing they admired. You try to make them remember what you did, but no- as much as you are trying to convince them, as much they are being ignorant and disregardful. Then they just fly away with your wings that have become the part of them now, and you stay in your dark cave hoping for some light, feeling down and broken, being in pain.
They call you up from above asking you why don't you join them. You say that you can't because you have no wings. "You see the point", they say. "If you had wings, you would still know how to grow them. But, no, you never had them"
By the time, misery becomes the part of you until one day, some other Angel that you knew from before, comes and calls your name. Then the Angel starts reminding you of the wonderful times you had while being on the journey together, and you say to yourself that this is the proof you weren't making the things up. You are sane. You were just surrounded by insanity for so long that it seemed like you became a part of it.
Then, little by little, you start growing your wings again. And, if a they who had your wings, see new wings growing, they do all in their power to stop that growth. So, they fight with you to the point of no return. They provoke you so much that when you start acting out, they put the stage lights on you and say- "Here, look, you are the one who is insane, you are the one who needs help, not me."
But, at some point, that becomes less and less important because your wings are getting stronger and, you start getting above the situation- little by little.
In the end, you are all above it. Above manipulations, above lies, above pain and misery, above being hurt and blamed. You are above that hole you lived in, above the cave, above the Earth. You feel the release.
The only thing is, are you dead at the moment of lifting? Or are you gone?
Don't die in the cave, leave on time.
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