I small child once asked me.
>what happened to your wings sir.
I've replied with an answer I knew so well. As I've breathed out a big -sigh- I replied.
>I've torned them from my back because I don't want to be apart of any good or bad world.
The child asked why.
I replied with a good answer.
>I don't deserve them nor do I want to belong to a world full of people that wants to hurt each other.
>ruled over by anyone that manipulates or think badly of me.
>I feel at peace where I am at, sitting on a chair waiting.
Then the child ask.
>who are you waiting for?
then I've replied.
>its not who I am waiting for. I'm trying to learn for a way to let go and to forgive myself. I kind of just stopped caring a long time ago because of how much humans have stabbed behind my back.
>I've learn to let them keep stabbing me if it eases there own pain. I stopped being angry, or worried about them. I've learn to let them hit me as hard as they can and not even care for it.
>theirs no point in fighting an endless fight.

>I am never above or below anyone nor do I feel sad or happy.
>its best to leave child. or be stuck for eternity in my immortal hell.
The child disappears as it was an illusion.