She looks down at the ground, refusing to look up at the sky. She has been there, she once had wings, too. But her wings are no more, taken back by their rightful owner, sending her plummeting down to earth. Away from the clouds and airplanes. They never even tried to save her, they just looked on as she fell down...
She remembered looking into his eyes as she fell. The eyes of the king of the sky, warm and brown. She held out her hand but he flew higher and higher, leaving her to plummet down to land. It was he who made her want to fly, it was he whom she wanted to reach but he was the king of the sky and she was falling.
She looks at the ground, refusing to look at the sky. She had wings, once but not anymore. She knew how it felt like to float with the clouds and the airplanes and the king of the sky, and she knew how to fall alone. The earth is her prison, gravity is her captor.
The color of her sky was brown.
**Random piece from 5 minutes ago. I was just talking to Pinky about wanting to go back to writing and all the things that we needed to talk about and then I wrote this. Tadah! :) I need more practice, I think.
**TO PINKY: I know you understand what I wrote. :) I really enjoy talking to you especially since you know how to boost up my confidence perfectly. I will write again, that much I am certain of. And you know determined I can get when I make up my mind to do something. I feel like this is a new beginning, a lot changes are in store for me. Glad that you're with me on this crazy ride. Will see you soon.
(Yikes! That looked like a private message.. Well, it was--only it's not private)
