{29th June 2016: 1:56am}
Fly away, sparrow.
Because you have the wings to do so.
Fly away, sparrow.
It is easier to let go than it is to hold on (isn't it?).
Fly away, sparrow.
Who have you got left in this broken town?
Fly away, Sparrow.
Fly away, Sparrow.
A pair of wings; are they a gift or are they a curse? Would you choose to explore the unknown world, but also live with the ability to run from your fears?
Would you run from your fears?
Would you fly, given the chance? Or would you simply stay your ground, on the side of the land that is safe. Separated by a line; would you choose certainty or danger?
I do not fear your answer, because I already know what it is you are going to say.
One day I came across a sparrow, and he told me the direction in which I should fly.
"Fly against the wind, against the flow of the other birds, against the current."
I did not know that it would be so hard.
The sparrow flew, and it fell, and as it tumbled to the ground as if it were some form of bullet, it begged the question; who would be next?
Sparrow, escape.
Get out of this town where nothing ever happens and the rain leaves stains on our boots.
Sparrow, take risks.
Even though it will be dangerous, you might find yourself living in a land where your feathers feel comfortable and your beak can hold your food.
Sparrow, stay here.
Sparrow, leave while you still can.
Sparrow, I am next.
I am next, Sparrow.
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twilight
Short Story[now i see the stars, when i should be dreaming but how can i dream when these thoughts make the universe?]
