morning lights;

It's 00:21 right now.
And my heart feels so.. empty. The wings of my emotions feel heavy. Like a pure white dove, fallen into a puddle of black oil. Try and try the dove to fly again, to soar into the skies that it loves; but somehow the reminiscence of being caught and struggling in the black oil clings on.

I am like that white dove. Crippled. I don't can't fly anymore. :(