Wilted Wings

The wings we grow out of our flesh are not perfect and flawless, nor indestructible and mighty. We've mastered at growing them and using them, but we've never truly learned how to mend them. With a world drowned by tides pushing us and ripping us in all direction, we often fall into darkness when hit upon a plateau in life--hopeless and and on the verge of giving up. We cared so much about competition, that we forgot to mend our wings. 

Our lives doesn't stop there when you achieve something such as growing wings, it is learning to mend our wings that keeps us moving and stronger. 

This photograph is a self portrait taken during an artist block. I didn't even know how to pose nor what to wear. I usually wear dresses during photoshoots, and this time I only wore a leotard and crouched down in front of my camera, admitting my defeat.