24 April 2012
I fly further, higher. There is nothing up here. Nothing to distract me. The wings beat, MY wings.
The little people below me never got it. They don't understand. I pity them.
They can never fly.
Fly • Opuss № I
24 April 2012
I fly further, higher. There is nothing up here. Nothing to distract me. The wings beat, MY wings.
The little people below me never got it. They don't understand. I pity them.
They can never fly.
Fly • Opuss № I