It is within those fragile moments. Those fragile moments when you land face first into the dirt. You can taste the impacted dirt in your mouth. Trapped in between your teeth. The grainy taste of failure; protruding itself from the tip of your tongue. To taste and to speak words; this is the only use a tongue provides. The wings which were used to fly over your obstacles seemed to have failed you. But did they? Perhaps you were meant to face this obstacle head on, as you have avoided facing it your entire life. Another mirror, only this time you can taste the failure contained within its reflection. Wings can fly you to the greatest heights, just as they can sink you below the depths of Hades. Wings also provide protection from one’s own chains; breaking the bondage of one’s own silence from within their heart.
G.G. Kalfas 