24.03.2017
To the boy with the broken wings.
An angel, you were when you first came into this epidemic we call earth, Assigned here by possibilities and perhaps a mission. You were so full of hope, love and kindness. However now, you are full of wrath, sadness and intoxicated with a slated mind of vengeance.
My child, you were out to spread kindness yet you got hurt way more times than you care to admit, you were giving love and each time you did the smaller your heart became, you were here to give hope but over time you became more human and that part of you diminished into the society for survival.
You, like many of us, became one with the broken souls.
Everyone torn by the decisions we make, by life, by mistakes. Pity really, that your wings are now too heavy to allow you back up to the heavens. I just wanted you to know tho, it's okay, it's okay to mess up, to give yourself another chance out here. It's a cold and cruel world, for what you have given to everyone you met probably meant way more to them, one way or another, more than you can ever understand.
My angel with the broken wings, I hope one day you can free yourself from this, from this cynical and cruel place.