i used to believe i could fly

i had white wings and shaky hands — anxious and happy all at once. i really thought anything was possible back then. now it comes in waves — some days i rise, some days i sink, tied to a weight i placed there myself. it's strange how heavier things get the more you know. how hard it is to believe in wings once you’ve grown used to the ground. lykai  × mj × ps, 2025. 3712 × 4928 px