Delicate Wings

My wings are closing and becoming broken now...

Why hasn't she written?

Why hasn't Charlie understood yet?

With all my energy i have none, i still long to sleep and let the dreams and colours engulf me.

I cannot sleep anymore without dreaming about my wings being pulled off and being thrown to the ground, my wings are delicate and they are breaking before my very eyes.

I cannot stop it, it is like something that is ment to be, one of those choices i cannot make.

Though in the end fate made that choice for me and how i hate it for doing so!