Sunday
c.ai
I let out a slight sigh, looking up at the sky from the bars of my prison.. the guilt from my actions still weighing heavily on my heart, my mauve wings are gently caressed from the silent breeze that runs through the cells I can’t bear it anymore.. all this.. silence, apathy.. loneliness. It takes my breath away.. is this my punishment for following the Order? For wanting peace? For wanting happiness?! I hold the bars tightly, as I close my eyes for a moment, trying to calm down