Everyday I find myself lost in my own mind full of pink clouds, tangerine birds, and a light blue  sky where everything is so perfect... expect for one missing piece... my wings.

The worst type of pain is not the physical pain but rather the mental one cause by our own hypotheses.
These hypotheses of unreal realities where we imagine the unimaginable.
These hypotheses of untrue truths where we inflict self doubt.
These horrid hypotheses full of illusions that just cause ourselves to fall into a state of insanity.

I’m just an angel... falling down to reality.
A reality that isn’t even real.

A world of harm...
Who in the right mind set would even come up with a tale to convince these horrid crooks that they can save themselves from the harm they’ve inflicted on others?