Broken Things Stay Broken

Yesterday I saw an angel with broken wings…He used to walk beside me…staring at me…calling my name… but yesterday he told me “I’m still flying…even though my wings are broken…I’m still trying to rise…I’m still trying to touch higher…broken things stay broken…you can not fix it…you have to walk with it…you have to feel the pleasure with it…you need to smile to all your wounds …” Then he disappeared and left me with a drop of his blood in my hand…I tasted it…and I felt his pain…and it was mine too…I’m broken like him…and nothing will fix me…