Feathers

I have friends. They are each a feather to the angel wings that hold me up. They help me fly and keep me going. They help me breath and see the stars. Though I'm afraid I lost a friend today and thus a feather. This friend was a very large feather to my wings. She was almost the core component to how I was able to fly. This was a sad subtraction but I won't get my wings wet. I'll just fly lopsided for now.