Andrew Gonzalez

An Angel confession

I m standing on one side and watching you. You don't see me. You don't even think that I exist. I do believe in you, though. How could I be your Angel, otherwise? I can not wipe of your tears, can not bring your smile back, I can not even talk to you. I wish I can answer your questions but I only have the privilege to watching you. I am not allowed to judge but I will be with you when someone else will. Many times I had given you my wings but I have lost them. Once I wanted to send away someone else's tears but my wings were so soft and I was so weak that we both crashed. Then they took away the wings from me and told me that I will get them back only when nobody else will cry again. Over time, I resigned. I walk with you and watching as you crawl your steps, trying to find out the way, that once you used to know so well. How can I help you when I could not save myself either? How simple it would had been to tell you “ there is no defeat” but Angels cannot lie. They have the faith, in exchange. For all your moments of doubt, I dragged on my knees up to the end of the world, for every tear of yours, I begged the sky to give you a second chance and when you let your eyes in the ground, I hold the hope in my arms not to get lost. By Carmen Nymoen