vii. icarus
We long for a soar in the skies and a dip in the waves;
The perfect picture of freedom, the consuming desire to belong in the masterpiece.
But we are cursed with fragile wings and naïve minds,
Flawed by the need to fly too high and the temptation to sink too low.
Our wings fall apart at the seams and we are hoisted down by the pull of the earth,
Careening downwards with a speed no one could rival and flailing hands that will never again touch another's.
We fall, and fall, and fall, and fall,
And no one can save us.
