where my fear and worries would be none, my money not infinite – but not none – and still useful in my passions, where my human flesh wasn’t so heavy and dragging on my soul which I feel trying so hard to escape and live freely. I feel my soul tugging everytime I walk late at night with the city lights just dazzling me. I want to become famous for my music and dancing skills and spin in those same lights, I want to grow my wings and finally be free. But here I am, worried about money and my toxic family, worried about my boyfriends career and whether he really loves me like he saw in my eyes and assured me he did too. I’m scared and I hate feeling so alone. But my body is so heavy, and I’m impatient. I want a sign that things will truly progress. I need the reassurance of love and better beginnings. I need the reassurance that I am not the same as my abusive and assault-prone father. Ironically named Angel, but I want to be the one who take his wings away. I need to be better, not for myself, but for my beloved friends and fans. I will find you and sing to you one day, and then, I will truly be happy again. – Fallen Angel
