Fallen Angel
Everyone flies up believing, with pure hearts, that they will find the light in the world above.
So, she tried to soar like the others, higher and higher.
Days turned into months, months into years, and now, it has been quite some time.
No matter how high she flew, she never found the end of this vast sky.
Her pair of wings grew weak and slowly began shedding feathers.
Some of her fellow travelers fell during the journey, while others lost their wings altogether, deciding to rest on a cloud.
But her goal was not any cloud; it was the light at the far end of the sky, from the other side of the world. In this way, even though her pair of wings may have slowly eroded and the situation might seem unclear, she still clung to her dream.
The small wings that remained fluttered, battling against the wind until now. She still hoped that one day, the light at the end of the sky she sought would warm her like a comforting embrace.
Even if this journey takes a long, long time.
