What would it feel like to be swallowed by the moon? Would our skin become a silvery gray? Would there be anything to brighten our night studded eyes? What if we pulled at it? What if we unraveled the moon’s threads, would it stop being round? Would we finally be able to sleep forever?

Sometimes I just wish I had wings. I would fly you to heaven, take your hand as you open the heavy iron gates of despair. I would watch with deaf eyes as you wave a final goodbye before taking the forbidden path. 

Sometimes I just wish I had wings. Wings that could have caught you when you fell. I could have caught myself.