this is a second series of a previous one, the idea is to, 4 writers to write about the topics, given by readers, who likes any spirit bird, they want to talk about anything that currently relates to our world, about any issues, or anything in commo...
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Written by Alexander 🖤 @night_guardian_slayer insta. Yours patiently 🪨
Recent day, I had a reason to quit everything, and go get a glass of water...
But than I remember, not a glass, but sips of water, is only worth my while, when it goes down my throat, crows sing above me. That after drinking water, I've got to bow down, to see the ground of my legs I stand. I see little stones.
Is where everything begins, so "solid" Might as well i say, begins "heavy" like my sister. That was a joke. But to be real, everything I've put in my clay pot, made "heart".
Soo many stones, to carry. But soo many strength within, to not fall into a parry, "I'm stunned." But not a "stoned" and I know my responsibility stored, barely makes me sleep. To stop astonishing in my goals.
Pro Bono mindset, is making your bro, maybe look like a creep. "Heavy?" Do you even read my work? Are you with me here? "Am I too creepy?" Or cause I'm being seen for that way, is it because "I am cheap" to be taken so?
You may call me Raven, cause I might look like one, blocking in darkness, but admired to suit in "tough". A Black king, is what you can see, behind the beauty, I'm just a crow.....
"Just a crow, just a joke, just to go, just a while ago."
I didn't quit. Why is that? You think of possibly, what could it be? Let me give you some clues.
Nope, I'll let you in, into my world, full of stones, I've build for myself, maybe for you; if joined, hold my hands, and I will give you my glass of water. I'll be thirsty.... That's not a sacrifice, for you to say no. That is my way of showin respect.
Your thirst matters, to me the most, I have a long way to go, just don't leave me, I will even carry you like stones.
My little wings are old, but "Oh my god" I can fly everywhere, everyday like a fool, believing in. When I fall, I will die catching you. You on me safe, close to my heart, but if my eyes closed. "What have you learned? Will help you move."
Will help me, in knowing "my SISTA" moves forward, with a beautiful soul. And I was a "happy crow" being a part of it, a little I can do.
"Counting shinny stars," is only a dream to reach somewhere, but counting simple stones, of what you do. Everytime you need that water, shows "discipline" strength of true reality. Courage, but silently a patience at massacre, streaked across the pot, to take a peek soo soon.
But the water from inside, peaks at a point, like "peekaboo." "kaboom" right at the face. Splash of what you have been saving, to later in life to be drank. Only gets wasted, a little on your face.
Believe me or not, nothing is a waste, of many lessons learned, to resend the missed steps taken, from before, but from NOW!
Because, to not give up, and keep flying forward, is you are the reason for.
