"It pains me to see you sad. It pains me to see you cry, when you feel weak, and you lack hope to continue on. You look like you are constantly attacked by the world around you. The stress and pressure of life continues to bombard you with pain and depression to the point where you almost lose motivation to get up in the morning. How I wish I can shield you from hate, stress and the negative energies that strike you when you are weak and vulnerable.

I imagine large white wings wrapping around us while you cling to me and break down into tears. Those wings shield us from the hate and anger around you, both physically and spiritually, like a towering glowing shield blocking the arrows of negativity and sorrow. When I hear you cry, my wings fold closer around us. My tears roll down onto you as you bury your face within my chest. Each tear I shed, the harder I prey for my wings to be real; to help protect you from harm and enclose us in a small void of relaxation and happiness..."