It was the time I had to part ways from the demons that I came to know I’ve always had wings but never a big enough fire in my heart to use them.

The first day I asked for wings I got them. But had no idea it weighed nothing at first. It got heavier when it grew. I always thought that the older I got the more I had to carry on my back.

it was true.

Only I thought the weight I carried was the chaos brought by my presumed lack of wings.

It was the cause of it.

How silly to wish for something you already have?

Silly, indeed.

I’m a cold being, I was never raised by fire, I never knew it.

Bravery wasn’t my thing

I never knew heat and that is exactly what I needed to raise my wings up and leave.

The day I had to part ways from the demons was the day the last feather on both my wings fell and there was nothing left but its bones.

fire raised skeletal weight wings