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Questions for the Boy Who Brushed the Sun

To he  who tried to fly beyond the sky, I will always wonder what you had seen? In those moments before you came to die. Did you think too much of father’s machine? What was it like to try and touch the sun? What were the things you would have tried to change? Were you engaging in some childish fun? Or were you treating the sky as your stage? As you fell and were scorched by wax and wind, Did fear consume you? Or did you embrace The fall, because some will say that you grinned.  The stories say, “he tried to reach for space.” But, I will seek my answers, nonetheless. How can I avoid your same recklessness?

so...yeah. I wrote a Shakespearean Sonnet about Icarus.

just finish a piece to post (later) today.. time to pass tf out now it’s 6am lol

I am breathing, I am alive.

I have been searching for the reason I am alive, cliche.

And I know the reason. My parents wanted me to exist. Against my will.

It gets tiring knowing that there will always be people better than you, your parents know it too. But instead of encouraging you, they compare you to them, relentlessly making you feel like a small speck of dust that will never be able to move a mountain. They know they want their child to be better, to make them proud. So, they choose to dictate what the child does in life, manipulate them into doing what the parents wanted to do, making the child think that they want to do it.

I am breathing, I am born, I am alive.

But at what cost?