I hate birds.
"Why?" You might ask, "they come in so many shapes and sizes, some you might even find rather beautiful."
You could bring me the prettiest bird in the world, and I could never compare it to the majesty of the setting sun. The setting sun is quiet, it doesn't need anything from me. While I am stuck on the ground, they both find themselves in the sky, but unlike the bird, the sun will silently pass me by. The bird will squawk and preen and boast, fluttering above my head, inconsiderate of those bound to the Earth. I wish they were like the sun, I wish they would dissapear for a while every day. Oh how I hate birds.
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
PovídkyNo one understands your head and thoughts better than you. Everyone has different experiences and emotions. My short stories are meant to reflect these emotions and experiences; the stories should be interpreted and mean something different to every...
