wings [Theme]

Just think about someone - how you are already with him in the blink of an eye!

They bloom like roses in the snow.

Anahit, throwing her tight dark braid behind her back, reached for an apple. Now we both chewed silently and watched as the first wedge of birds, smoothly flapping their wings, flew over our dacha. I wish I could take off like a bird and fly wherever my eyes take me. Not afraid of a reprimand from parents, reproaches from Vitka or Anait... Not afraid of anything. Saying goodbye to summer, turn your wings to the wind and rush towards the unknown. And from fear, happiness and delight, your whole life flashes before your eyes like a whirlwind. The planet is flying and spinning, and I am with it.

Even if you get wings, don’t think that you will break through the ceiling.

Even now, when the first grief had subsided, Ogneyar could not come to terms with the loss. For him, Milava continued to live, she was somewhere in the world, only now it became immeasurably more difficult to reach her. So the month, having never seen the sun, knows about it and strives towards it...

Silly... do you think you took my freedom? No. You gave me wings. One glance from you gives me so much happiness that I would not have found in years of wandering.

It is impossible to grow wings, but you can rise above yourself.

... hands... like the wings of a butterfly, their shadows with light movements strive towards the light... dancing on the wall... getting burned... going blind... the temptation to merge is irresistible... a couple more minutes and the light will go out... Thoughts will become clearer in the evening cloudiness of words... and stricter... just a couple of minutes... let's put them aside for an eternity of circling in a carefree dance of hands...

By coming into someone's life, we give wings to those we love. When we leave, we take them with us. The most difficult thing is to give wings without taking them away by disappearing...

To a happy land, where there is no powerlessness...

Close the next page, slow down, fold your frayed wings and dissolve in the monotonous solo of the tart blues that November sings so sweetly...

The surest guarantee of the happiness you have been looking for for so long.

And on the longest, darkest night of December, I will open the window and release the wings of October begging for freedom... and then I will slowly slide into the thick water and drip loudly in the echoing twilight, gently fingering autumn in my fingers...

When you stand on the edge of an abyss, allow yourself to be there, on the edge. And know that very soon you will take off towards the world, your new world. To my new self. Run up. Fly.