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In This Golden Cage With Wings That Will Never Reach the Sun
by
Michelle Anat
What is it like to reach and touch the sun?
The story of a girl who feels empty, lamenting on never taking the risk of leaving the life she knows, while she hopelessly copes by craving the sun.
Michelle Anat
A student of English Language Studies and a writer with a deep-seated love for crafting compelling narratives
In This Golden Cage With Wings That Will Never Reach the Sun
by
Michelle Anat
Humans have grown wings but still can’t reach the sun—and she has loved the sun for a very long time.
“If you wish to get out, why not just fly?”
I will die burning, she thought. Yet she craves.
Self-destruction is her wings never learning what they are made for. If she burns, she could finally feel something.
Perhaps Icarus and his fall was less tragic. At least he died for his hunger unlike her who will die starving through eternity. She has hoped to take the leap someday.
But alas, she never tried to fly.
Imprisoned, forever—in this golden cage, with wings that will never reach the sun.
