Angel..

We are, each of us angels with one single wing.

And we can only fly by embracing one another.

Incomplete.

Imperfect.

Just a thought. We are all crippled angels on our own. Incomplete with another...wing...someone... who?

Single-winged angel. Fallen angel.

Dark angel. Demon angel.

Angel gone crazy..insane..

What can I say further? No?

Guardian angel? My angel?

Fair angel? Cupid?

Whatever I say, it is nothing. Useless. What you see is what you perceived.

Can you see angel? Can you feel their presence around you?

What does angel represent? Hope? Faith? Peace? Somehow, I do not feel any of these anymore, as I live and go through life, further. Not that it is hopeless, I just do not feel anything for them further. Is that bad? Is that unfortunate? Maybe even angels have given up this very cursed life. Despondent? Not really, just kind of unfeeling..frozen..

Going through the motion of living daily, not life. Where's "love life, live life"? amor vita vivet vita. no more? I just cannot get my spirits uplift. Maybe I am in the valley pits. On another hand, when have I ever felt that I am high in spirits? Hmm. Maybe I did, 7 years ago..when you were around. But that is kind of old story. It is really getting old and stale. I am getting tired and sick of having to refer to you or it so many times, recently. You know, you have been a good part of my past, my memories. I will always remember it. However, why do you keep coming back to haunt me? Why do people have to keep reminding me of remembering you? I have let you go. Why have you not?

I am tired, of everything. Family, friends, work, life. Soon, maybe myself.

Not desperate. Just tired. Dispirited. Feeling burdened.

Somehow I question why am I here for? What is my purpose on earth for?

The whole mental issue thingy package.

Crippled angel with a single wing. When will I be complete and whole again? Maybe not ever.

~ M.Y. ~

December 13th 2013

Angel...Westlife...

Angel by Westlife

 
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
Storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escape one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Some comfort here...