She taught me how to fly once, when I was just a mortal of
many, looking up at a sky I would never reach alone.
We were just angels of cement, spirits of concrete. We
flitted along the cityscape, dancing at the edge of the horizon while our feet
brushed skyscrapers; even as the city chained us with ties of unending grey, we
found freedom in the glory of motion... We were two intertwined souls searching
for a way out of a labyrinth of faceless realities, light and shadow dancing
into the hushed ink-blotted twilight.
Are we humans strapping on wings of paper hope; or have we
become earthbound angels with wings of glass and steel?
The Rose
