i had white wings and shaky hands — anxious and happy all at once.
i really thought anything was possible back then.
now it comes in waves — some days i rise, some days i sink, tied to a weight i placed there myself.
it's strange how heavier things get the more you know. how hard it is to believe in wings once you’ve grown used to the ground.
lykai × mj × ps, 2025. 3712 × 4928 px
