A man sits deep in thought, unaware of his wings that sprout behind him.
When Low In Spirit
Introspection
As Sadness Takes Hold
Melancholy
Unknowing
. . .
From one morning to the next I am stranded in this place, unable to journey, undiscovered. I feel confined by the four walls that surround me. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. In spirit and body I yearn to be free. If only I had wings...