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[wing-maker]

MY WINGS ARE CLIPPED. SOME MALEVOLENT FOOL THOUGHT I DO NOT DESERVE THE FREEDOM OF FLIGHT I WAS SO KEEN ON SINCE MY BIRTH INTO THIS FLIGHTLESS HELL OF A BODY. I WRITHE ON THE GROUND PLEADING FOR FEATHERS THAT WILL NEVER COME IN, FOR A LIFE WELL LIVED THROUGH THE STARS IN THE SKY. SHE LOOKS DOWN ON ME WITH PITY AS SHE HEARS MY WRETCHED CRY-

Little Bird You Mustn't Fly! Miserable Is My Soul As You Decry, Don't You Know The Metal Beasts That Soar Throughout The Apathetic Sky? I'm Sorry That Your Wings I Must Tie, But Be Reminded Of The Mammals You Seek To Defy. And Humanity! As Gracious As It Is They Would Tear the Wings From Your Back Were Thee Be Cursed And Awry. They See It As A Mercy- So Do I.

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Reblog if you miss preening your wings!!

[wing-maker]

I dream about flying often. 

Not how most do: suddenly being able to float off the ground, taking in the sights.

In my dreams my wings are a part of me. They are real and they have always been real. Flying is as unthought of and natural as walking.

I can’t pinpoint the colour or size or pattern of them when awake, no matter how real they seem.

Even in the dreams that I don’t fly I have them. Just as in dreams you don’t hold something you still have hands.

They are solid on my back, feathered mirages of sleep. They feel so natural. So real. So me.

But like every night, eventually my wax wings fall as the dawn of waking strikes me in the back, I wake with a dull feeling of loss in the back of my mind and carry on with my day as usual: Walking.

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the need to fly high up in the sky and then close my wings letting gravity take over , dive towards the ground just to open my wings again so i dont crash , flying back up ... please give me back my wings