I am that bird
I am that bird chirping to the tone of my master all day humming as if a cheery one; my wings have forgotten to stretch and fly under the blue skies with friends around living a life of an illusionary freedom. I miss being that bird chirping to my favorite tone in line with the rhythm of moving clouds; my wings whirl to the beats of rain sometimes being drenched in the drops and sometimes hiding myself from the rumble of thunder with friends around, loving a life of an absolute freedom. ...