but she thought it was
so fascinating that he couldn't
fly. that his legs were his anchors
and his heart was his sail.

she tried to give up her wings
so she could be anchored to him,
but he stopped her, with fear and
tears livening up his pale broken face.

keep your wings. be my wind.

an: a friend got me thinking about wings and losing them, and all that. i got obsessed for a minute.