there's this ache i cannot unleash, it's as if it's been stitched on my skin the moment i enter the world. it cannot be erased with any bliss i fill my heart, but i manage to put bigger wounds to hide it instead. at times i think of the version i could become, the version of myself i failed to reach because i seem to wreck the ways that leads to them. would i be able to use my wings and fly? if only i don't feel like i'm in a cage that i built to lock myself up. i wanted to reach the stars so badly but i am so scared of the unknown. what if i get hurt with the asteroids and i won't be able to fly ever again? what if i flew and had the stars in my wrist, what then? i always question myself and i am terribly tired of not having enough courage to reach to what i wanted. because i have this ache. i always feel it, and it doesn't go away. it stays here, intact, with time only helping it grow. it digs into my heart and it makes every dream collapse. every light fade. i despise myself for it, but really, what if i could fly and what if i could reach the stars? but what if i can't.