♡ + icarus
Foolish boy, you can’t have the things you want.
(But he wanted the world. He wanted everything.)
You stayed up crying in your room when your mother forbade you from setting foot near the rising sun. She forbade you from spending time basking in the glow. You cried and sobbed that it wasn’t fair, that you wanted to play outside like the rest of the kids. (At least, that’s what you said to yourself when she wasn’t around.)
(But the sun will burn him and drown him in the sea.)
You got that freedom when you stepped foot into adulthood. You embraced all the things you wanted. You chased after hopes and dreams, (you chased after the sun). But just like that, everything crashed down around you. You drowned in guilt and buried you at the bottom of it, weighing down on you with every move you made.
(But he made it out barely alive, burnt and broken.)
You were not meant to have the things that you want. You were not meant to understand. You were meant to drown in everything that you ever loved.
You were meant to look and never touch.









