Steadying a head with a mind breathing chaos and a pretty face
Not the world but brokenness she carries
It’s like I’m walking in the darkness and I can feel it like thick clouds as I seek my way through
Who am I?
Confusion clouding my eyes
I want to feel alive, find love true, find fulfillment for my thirsty heart.
But with my wings of wood, can I fly?
Picture by Christian Hopkins