Rose 𖹭

maybe Icarus was never meant to soar, maybe his wings were crafted only to remind him how far he could fall. maybe that's why he flew with such desperate grace, as if he knew every second in the sky was borrowed time. because the world doesn’t make space for boys who burn bright. it watches, it applauds, and then it consumes. and in the silence after the cheers, you can't help but wonder if the sun remembers the ones it ruins... or if it simply waits for the next one to fly too close.

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