Plucked wings

      God only carries with him those he considers worthy of his salvation. Unfortunately, these individuals are the ones who make a difference in our daily lives until, suddenly, they disappear, like dust fading in the darkness. Darkness that grows, grows, grows and does not cease; darkness that consumes us and annihilates the senses; darkness ... a tearing cancer, a parasite that feeds until nothing remains on its host (and salvation is Hell itself).

      Jason was one of those unlucky ones. He was a reserved, tall, thin boy, with a sharp expression, black hair and eyes and extremely intelligent. He was never very social, he didn't have many friends, but the ones he did have were worthy of his respect and trust. Everyone envied him, and the more that feeling grew, like thorny roses in their stone hearts, the more the suffering took over Jason's little heart.        Extremely coveted by girls, the laughing stock of many good individuals. (Unfortunately, this is what those who have a pure soul and have the radiance that radiates in this darkness are faced), until they themselves become this bogeyman.

      This twenty-one-year-old boy, once a loving person, concerned for others and a good friend, has become something indescribable. He developed several personalities, lost himself, his heart froze.

      Nothing was left but the emptiness, the nothingness, the obscene insanity of a soul that was stolen and shattered. What can we say? Some have been cheered with the fate of being caught in this web of darkness! The wings grew, yes, but there was always someone throwing chains at him and that wasn't even the worst. There was even someone who nailed them to a wall and who, despite the blood flowing and the overwhelming sensation of something like freedom was disappearing, he did not release him; and nobody has been able to do it either. Or they didn't even want to know. Beyond that, freedom? Does it even exist? Has anyone ever had the benefit of being satisfied with such a fortune? Do we not always have to restrain our actions and words on behalf of others and their futile feelings? I know that it is difficult and bad to face this ultimate truth, but we must have the courage to admit it and open our eyes to this hard destiny.