Wings

I really just want wings. I know it sounds crazy but it’s all I really want. I want to be able to fly. I want to be able to soar above the world. Above the problems. I want to fly. That’s all I think I really need right now. Except for God. But if he is willing. Once I get to heaven I want to fly. That’s all I really want is to fly. Large eccentric wings. I want to be able to fly away. But it’s so out of reach. It saddens me greatly. All I want is to fly.

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