i understand now.
the fear you felt.
the fear of flying;
of the opening of wings,
of leaping into the unknown,
of relying on faith.
but,
unlike yours,
my spirit roars at the void
and is ignited
by all that i can become
if i just
let
go.
i pity you.
what good are wings
if you stay on the ground?
~lt
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