Wounded Angel~

Nothing is ever what it seems. We see it, we hear it, we smell it, we taste it and we feel it. But sometimes we can't explain it. Why is this so? Its because we humans love to complicate things. Especially when trying to keep things simple. We end up over doing it and making it obvious. Sometimes its good to confront, at times bottle it up. We strive for the better, despite all the negative criticism and obstacles that comes our way. The feelings of achieving it later, can never be bought but only savouring the moment. Sometimes you wish you knew more but most times, we tend to feel we shouldn't know more than we already know, rather what people think we know. Advantage maybe, but would you prefer not knowing than to suffer? Id rather suffer, quietly. Observe..

we are all angels, you and I,
mean to some, but nice to another,
we lend our wings to those that cannot fly,
even if we are hypocrites,
judging before we know,
we fly when we want to,
bringing those we want, leaving others behind,
we choose who to love, who to hate,
we protect what is dear to us, and abuse everything else,
but most of all,
we angels battle,
we fight daily for what we believe in, gaining battle scars,
and wounding others..

This is what it means to be an angel, because we know we are not perfect. Just trying to make the best of the moment..

But never ever let the demons haunt you, for you will only be a fallen, wounded angel.

Rise my angel, for we shall soar the heavens together.. gracefully~