Help me fly, my wings are broken ;
I’m unable to take the brunt of this weight, I’m no Atlas

Help me fly, I’m tied to the stake,
Burning, for I’m not normal

Help me fly, I can’t take it anymore
I want to leave:
I want less, I want more

Help me fly, I don’t know what to do,
The same thing happens over and over again,
I can’t be Sisyphus

Help me fly, this knowledge is too much,
What would have happened if Prometheus didn’t bring fire?

Help me fly,
I’m no Athena: smart and wise

Help me fly,
I’m no Aphrodite: beautiful and of love

Help me fly,
I have no place in the sea or the sky

{Help me fly,
Like Hades I am left with the dead}

Help me fly, my wings are broken
Who will lend me theirs?

Help me fly, my wings are broken
So how can I leave?

Help me fly, my wings are as broken as me ;

— Astraea L. Skylar

From The Feelings Arc

Saturday, January 18, 2014

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