chasing hearts 🏹

my memory awakaned the moment the sea returned my body to the shore. it seems I carry no trace of my past; I do not know if I ever laughed, loved, or wept. all I know is that the wings upon my back feel unbearably heavy when I walk, and I haven't yet learned how to use them. I like to imagine that, when I finally do, I’ll be able to fly close to the stars — my only companions on those nights when I feel most lost and vulnerable. there’s a faint echo in me, a distant memory of human hands once taking care of me, but it feels terribly distant now, like something belonging to another life.

my mournful eyes look up at the heavens and wonder: why did God forget me? why did he abandon Sylph, who was once one of his most cherished angels?