We lived our whole lives as the center of the universe; the celestial light caressing our skin was the most natural sensation.
We floated with our eyes closed in beautiful, black water.

Blue, purple, and red solar systems decorated our bodies.

Our skin had never touched anything harsher than air
Our hands could control the asteroids when we lifted a mere finger

Our eyes were made of stars: nothing had ever dimmed their light. 

All joys, births, events and tragedies would revolve around us like little planets, only as dull jewels far beyond our reach, but we could still control
Every single one:

Like toy soldiers. 
Our skin was as fragile as tissue paper… who needed strength? 

But then… one day… we felt something.
A strong, heavy force 

Pushing down all over our bodies.
We were no longer floating, flying, but instead 

Laying.
Laying on an itchy bed, blades of grass stabbing into our backs.
We opened our eyes to face the blinding sun

Piercing our eyeballs. 

It pulled us away from the soothing black river, putting us under white needles instead…

Pain, so much pain.

Like lightning, it pulled my sanity to shreds.
I thought that blood would start trickling down the sides of my face, or a river of tears, that could never wash away the thorns that seemed to stab my heart: realization

that I would never fly again. 

The sunlight seemed to evaporate our skin
The feet of the star’s rays trampled us from above
The world’s gravity pushed us down, and we were lost…

In our feet and our hearts.

But time passed…

Eventually, we got used to being weighed down.
We found comfort in the solid earth.
Each day, perspiration coated our back, face, arms, legs, our muscles burned as much as the stars we once danced with, but…
We didn’t mind. The exertion was exhilarating.
The sun became a beacon of hope.
We start chasing the sunlight, sprinting towards the intangible horizon.

Staring at the dark blue, yellow, orange, pink, bright white

Letting it float around our fingers 

The whipping wind replaced the fake wings we thought we used to wear

Blowing on me, through me, breathing life into my body and soul.
The tears felt cool on my cheeks, and I let them run freely.

After each day, we were exhausted. We relied on the bed of grass to support us, and slept to the lullaby of morning dew, 

Waiting for the sun to rise.
We lived in peace, pursuing the journey of life.