I always wondered what it would be like to be an angel.
I wonder if they all watch over their loved ones.
I have so many up there, who even remembers me anymore?
I believe that everyone has once dreamed of someone they loved, and is gone as an angel.
I’m sure they see the white wings, the white gown and “heavenly” glow.
I want to be an angel. I want to flap my wings; I want to be a legend and a mythical, magical creature that can live on through eternity never aging and denied the pleasures of life.
I am my own angel.
I don’t want my aunts and uncles, my mother and father.
I don’t anyone protecting me.
When I die, I don’t want the moment to be stopped if it isn’t meant to be.
What if I was a demon?
Who would fear me?
Would someone try to purify me?
Would the angels all hate me?
Even my mother and father and uncles?
Hm, if I was an angel, how would I become one?
I don’t know what to do anymore about the thought.
If I was a demon I wouldn’t be denied the pleasures that angels cannot have.
Could I really commit the ultimate crime to become this demon of pleasures?
Or should I just wait to die and never know what to expect?
Angels are all the same, young versions of oneself with wings and white gowns and a glow.
I don’t know what I want out of the death that is to come for me one day in the future.
But I will continue to ponder this question.