The Change

 

Even the cassettes have grown into a sleek beautiful iPod. I guess people just have to grow up, eventually. Grow a beard. Grow a gut. Grow wiser. 

So what if you get hurt sometimes? Many times? What doesn't kill you is supposed to make you stronger.

Forget the past, Ed. Forgive yourself. You need to move on. Keep the beautiful memories in the past. Get dirty. Get broken. Get down. 

Eventually, all that matters is that you get up, once again.

The Wings You Didn't Have

I wanted to fly.

I have heard so many things about the mighty Sky.

About how it's so beautiful, so great, so vast, and so beyond, that I came to a point where I have wanted to grab it, to shrink it, to keep it inside my pocket. To become him.

I wanted to fly.

The sky was so tempting, so gracious, that it looked like it was telling you over and over again how he has defied the gravity.
The feeling of the wind, the cloud, and the sun. The feeling of floating freely.

So I spread my wings.
And I fell.
Down.
Hard.
Broken.
To pieces.