A bird.. A bird that flies, freely, as soon as they learn how to live..how to spread their wings wide..
I am a bird.. I wish I was special..but I'm not. I am a common bird, a bird that you always see to wherever you are.. A bird you feel as I fly free..
I.. I am that bird you can always feed with a single bread..
I am a bird, a very common bird, yet I seem to be precious to those who needs to live.
I fly.. and fly... and fly... and fly..
I search..and search..and search...
To wherever my peace is.
I've heard about this a lot— Zipper. What is a zipper? What does zippers do? Help me, help this flightless bird see this invisible zipper.
I had a family, once. But just like any other families, just like any other nests, time will come that that nest needs to be emptied.
I had to live. Thanks, to you, my mother who laid the egg I came from.
I eat on everywhere.. On a road, on other's nest, on trees. And that's okay.
I am small, of course—yet I always get belittled.
Giants, why can't you understand me at all?
I am a bird, and I live. I have my own life. Why can't I get my own life?
I beg you.. Don't do this.. You'll get not a thing if you do this.. Only a few nightmares.. Is that even worth it? Does a small, flightless bird worth your fear? Your nightmare?
No. I only know a few. To fly, to eat, to fly, and to eat.
And I deserve to know more. Because I have my own life, like you.
And YOU, who already knows better should have given me a chance. You, who knows more should decide.
To shoot, or not to shoot?
I want to say a billion words, I want to scream thousands of emotions, I want to say a word, I want to say my hate, I want to say everything.
But I am a bird. A bird does not talk, they rather chirp.
I can't talk.
I am a bird.. I am fortunate, and unfortunate.
I am fortunate for I had the chance to live,
And unfortunate for not having the chance to live.
I am a bird.. I wish I was special..but I'm not.
I am a bird, a common bird.. Look around you ,and you see me there.
But I AM Precious.. because I was given the chance to live even if it means struggling.
As for you, who is more than precious, please, live.
We are all precious.
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©Allenhaxx
Finished -- April 28,2015 (10:57 PM)
