Moments With You {Hiatis Until Further Notice}

I am the common bird.

I wrote this thing a while ago while I was listening to the song "Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree" by James Vincent McMorrow (really good song btw) and it struck me as something Kylie would think of when she's lost deep in thought so I've decided that this chapter is going to be an entry in her journal. enjoy ^-^

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Journal entry #15:

I am an inextinguishable fire, burning with a passion to soar endlessly over the troubled life beneath me. I am an unquenchable thirst, seeking for what it is that soothes my black ruffled wings so far from the civilization I have been slave to. I am the common bird. But is the common bird so common after all? Each bird has their own story, their own destiny, their own fate. It seems that as I lurch my scaly legs off the withering branches of the old Oak tree I've come to call my temporary home, I am the light that shines through the crevices in shutters and drawn drapes. Higher into the unknown, my outstretched wings take me away, away from the lies, the rumors, the pain. Higher into the dewy heavens, towards truth, searching for the longed for justice to be prevailed. The sun's rays soak into my disheveled scruff, freeing all the dignified lies and wrong doings from my diminutive physique. I ascend higher, to plead forgiveness from those I have wronged, to all I have hurt. I am as high as I may go, bearing the heavy encumber of grief and regret. The angst of hiding who I am beneath the windswept pelt resting over my being. The pain of knowing I will never be on the outside as I know myself to be inside. Flying straight, mind overbearing body in the final relics of my upward clamber. The realization washes over me that I will never be what I am expected to be. I will never be able to succumb to what is viewed of what I have become. I am uncommon, unknown, unseen, and as the embers of my fire begin to flit gently in the morning air, I am aware I will never be able to suit their wishes, demands. I will never be that of who I once was for the endless captivities of minds who aren't mine. I can't change, not for the lies surrounding my weary branch, not for the unbearable pain lying on the underneath ground. I am caged in the eye of the beholder. Only the truth will free me.

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So this chapter was like hella deep and border-line depressing but I promise the next chapters are going to be super fun!  

Stay lovely my oompa loompas :*

Cas.x