Life goes on, forever. Of course, most probably until you die.
If you have wings, and the wings are trapped, don't cut it in pieces, hoping to see tiny bits of your wings fly a little mile on their own.
Fight for freedom that will so easily be yours if you desire. Dream, and the wings will know how to break free.
But it basically goes on for a long time. You may think it's over, but no; Your story never starts. Never ends. It always is. What's true is the fact that you're alive.
You are able to think, choose. We are lucky to be born in an age where there isn't much to be afraid of, to fear. You are free. Free to use your speech. Free to make choices, judgements. But for many people, the freedom is only almost. The only one thing that would, and is ever stopping you, is you. You create the barriers in your own mind.
From whatever had or has happened to you.
Or from whatever you fear.
It's all a false facade.
Imperfections. Lies. Fake. False. Deceit.
All, are but the reality, the truth. They exist. And you have the choice, and intuition to know what is right, and wrong. You always do, or have to means to find out the truth.
If you have wings, and the wings are trapped, don't cut it in pieces, hoping to see tiny bits of your wings fly a little mile on their own.
Fight for freedom that will so easily be yours if you desire. Dream, and the wings will know how to break free.
It's all about how ready you are to reach out, how far you can go, how hard you can try to test your limits.
(Fuck. I preach a lot to do me any good.)
(Fuck. I preach a lot to do me any good.)