sky

The sky screams to me. Telling me that it is my time. My time to run, my time to shout. Yes, my time.

 

I look deep within and see a person I do not recognise. I shadow of a person I never was, a reflection of who I never will be.

 

My legs paralised by the weight of a soul. My wings cut by the blade of a heart. My eyes blinded by the pains of the world.

 

My eyes stare at the within. Looking. Searching. For what they need to see. For the one thing that may bring back their sight.

 

What is this spell? That binds me to a soul I do not recognise.

 

What is this curse? That cuts me with a heart that is not my own?

 

To run, to hide, to find, to understand. That is my mission.

 

A mission so simple yet so complicated.

 

A mission that my mind can barely comprehend.

 

Where do I find myself?  How do I understand the soul that is weighing me down? How do I understand what this heart means and  why it cuts so deep.

 

What do these stars, this moon, this sky, what do they want from me.

 

Why do they pull on my being? Why do they scream my name when I barely recognise it?

 

What is this world trying to tell me? Where do I find these things that I do not understand