When I was younger I remember watching Disney Channel. A girl would talk about the time she moved a cross the country living with her best friend. Another about a guy climbing Mount Everest. It was called TTI yeah I know it sounds like an STD, but...
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I don't think I could be a bird, and I know that has nothing to do with our constant theme of flowers, but I don't like I could be a bird.
Flying just seemed so exhausting. Going from place to place having to migrant north to south depending on a flock.
Harassed when ever their tiny feet hit ground.
Exhausting always having to be above everyone.
Maybe birds are like angels, too good to grace the ground so in the skies they look down.
If I were to die, I'd like to be anything but a bird. I'd seattle for a ant or a cat, even a flower, how predictable right?
" You're watching the birds again?" She watches me as I stand in the middle of the garden.
" They keep eating my seeds." I grumbled throwing a rock at landing crow the bird quickly retreats and head back to skies.
Mags squinted her eyes on a small flock of vultures swarming a few yards out. " We should get inside."
" Could you cage a vulture?" I asked randomly.
" Why would you want to? There ugly?"
" You're ugly and you live with us." I say cooly. She blinked unamused.
" Glad you're getting your humor back, now come on you know we gotta go."
I drop the shovel. " But what about the birds?"
" They'll leave soon, its almost winter anyway."
I frown. " It is isn't it?"
It was only September, but thinking about the winter made me remember how hard it is for flowers to grow.
" Come on, you've got Dr.Kim today."
Fuck.
Just my luck, the day after I try to jump of a bridge I have to see my shrink. "I'll meet you in the car:" I grumbled my eyes still in the clouds.
" I'm not taking you. Dr.Kim suggested that you get there yourself."
"Why?"
She shrugs. " Don't know, just know that he's expecting you in 12 minutes and if your not there he's calling the clinic."
Fuck again.
I bolted.
" Shit, shit." I cursed under my breath as I hurried to the garage and grabbing my yellow vintage bike. In one quick motion I hoped on and pressing the garage door opener. My feet slamming against the pedals with force as I took off.
