Born in the middle of nowhere at night, barely survived by cheer luck. The blue bird was eager to fly away into the horizon that seemed so astonishing from where he stood.
And so the time came to leave the nest. Positive that happiness laid on the other side, he took off.
6:00PM
Joe woke up. The sun was about to set. Yet again...another wasted day. She stares at the posters on the wall. "What am I doing with my life?"
Eric just got home. He heads to the couch. Today's workload was as ruthless as ever. He looks up, his ceiling needed some fixing. "Is this what I want?"
We live on a seemingly happy place. We collect things in an attempt to satisfy our thirst, we laugh and play around to feel alive but it's never enough for some.
Can we be content alone? Is another person needed for us to find our serenity? Should we just soothe our loneliness? Eventually we will become numb to the pain.
I want to change.
I need to.
Yes, I do.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Bird
General Fiction"Intertwining everso into our own verse" The lovely first steps of a lonesome soul... Cover cr (ig) : @issam_hammoudi
