I open my wings
just to show the world
I can fly too.
I flew higher and higher,
until I laughed,
until I cried.
I am among the stars now,
lonely like them,
as far away as they are
wishing
my wings would become arms again,
thinking
how nice it would be,
like the old days,
walking in silence,
not hued by pain,
nor crashed by the game,
nor cracked by the thing
they call fame.