flight club
i am the fighting type, no doubt about that. in case of danger i go head first.
i am the fighting type especially when i should be flying, running for my life. i am always trying to prove myself something, giving up way too late or way too early.
i used to be brave and fiery but i’m scared years of fighting have made me crawl to safety.
a friend called, she told me my story but it was hers. we compared sad notes and laughed about it. why didn’t we fly? what made us stay and fight? i didn’t want to welcome her to the flight club but i’m glad she did. i didn’t want her to join because i wished she never had to fight in the first place.
i’m not afraid
but i lost my fire
in the eye of a storm
i used to be so brave, not scarred by anything but death. i was brave and a bit reckless. now i’m scared of making mistakes, they can be so deadly. when i was a kid everyone would come to me with their problems, it was my little club of justice.
building up in my guts, fierceness. burning up again.