Today, I´ve got questions. Questions that have no answers. I ask why I met you… Why I feel the things that I feel… It´s been so long, and I think of you still. I no longer have the liberty to fly. Now, with my wings cliped, I ask if you feel the things that I still feel. Intense, beautiful and intoxicating, But it´s all wrong. Or at least, I was raised to believe that. Yes, to believe that loving you is wrong.
My wings have been cliped.
