Insanity

The madness of the mind can shape the world. No one understands. No one could ever understand. Do they see the magic that shapes the sky? Or the blood of the earth below? No. Ha! They think me mad! But I can see it. I can hear the whispers of the trees, feel the touch of the darkness. Can you see them? Can you see the tattered wings on my back? They are there. But broken and ripped. I am unable to fly. So I stay here, trapped on this earth, seeing and knowing things that no one else knows. Until that day when my wings can heal and I can fly once more...