Imagine your life as a happy bird, distant, flying in the horizon, under a blue, bright sky. You desperately run for it, you want to catch it, but… suddenly you realize you don’t have wings.
So an anguished question strangles your upset mind: how can you reach it? The tears are already falling in fear and pain, because you know that it’s the only way of stopping that hunger for joy burning inside of you. Yet, every single day, the beautiful bird keeps watching you from above, luring you into the abyss of illusion.
There are so many doubts now, so many desires muted by your heart, in a desperate attempt to protect itself. Your hand ignores it and rises above, in the direction of light.
“A feather.” You ask. “At least, a feather.”
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