Sometimes
Sometimes, when I look up at the sky I feel like I never left. Left Heaven. I know because I feel complete. Whole. I feel like no one is depending on me or adding one more weight on my shoulders. It feels nice. Refreshing. And for those few moments it feels like time has stopped. That everything and everyone has just frozen. That I can finally stop putting on the act for everyone. That I can finally just stop pretending that I'm okay when im nowhere near it. That's when everything seems to start working again and the world picks up where it left off. Sometimes.
Sometimes I just feel like I need to cry. But I can't. I can't show them that I'm weak because they can never know. They can never know how I feel that I just need to cry and scream and throw things and rip things apart. They can't know.
When I feel that way, I just patrol. I take my anger out on a fledging. Poor fledging. Probably never even sees it coming. Oh well.
I just wish it would all end. That it would all just go away. That's when I look up at the sky. And it seems to help me. Soothe me.
Sometimes.
Sometimes, when I look up at the sky I feel like I never left. Left Heaven. I know because I feel complete. Whole. I feel like no one is depending on me or adding one more weight on my shoulders. It feels nice. Refreshing. And for those few moments it feels like time has stopped. That everything and everyone has just frozen. That I can finally stop putting on the act for everyone. That I can finally just stop pretending that I'm okay when im nowhere near it. That's when everything seems to start working again and the world picks up where it left off. Sometimes.
Sometimes I just feel like I need to cry. But I can't. I can't show them that I'm weak because they can never know. They can never know how I feel that I just need to cry and scream and throw things and rip things apart. They can't know.
When I feel that way, I just patrol. I take my anger out on a fledging. Poor fledging. Probably never even sees it coming. Oh well.
I just wish it would all end. That it would all just go away. That's when I look up at the sky. And it seems to help me. Soothe me.
Sometimes.