It was one of those unexpected realisations, yet there he was, sitting near the ocean, as waves came crashing towards the shore, and he thought how beautiful it was that despite everything, he managed to return. It became so clear that it was not about the world but in fact it was all about him; the way one grows wings. He finally understood that it was not his fault, any of it. And those who still choose to point their fingers at him, are to be let go and forgiven. He sat there and had fire blazing in his eyes, ready to be raised and soar above the sky. The whole world looked at him in awe and wished if only they could understand how he came to be, for he was suddenly no longer confined to be on the ground anymore. He had wings of fire and he left a trail everywhere he went, for others to one day follow.
