The naked me. (Completed)

19. What should I do now?

In a world full of surprises, I'm no surprise. When the sunsets', birds go to rest. What happens if that bird was the only one of it's species left. It traveled just a little mile, the road has always been rocky to the extent that the poor bird got used to how painful it was.

The only happiness it got was from the little things nature provided. That was the only memories it will kept until the tragic storm hit.
Where are those who fed me when I was just a little birdie. That one soul that held me tight under its wing, when the sky was angry.

That soul is what I long for day and night. I recall seeing you leaving me there for safekeeping. Going to that old giant tree is what reminds me of it. I thought that after that storm you would come back after me. Its been years and I still am visiting that tree but not even a feather shows that you've been there ever since.

Now life is a tale I wouldn't want to touch on. Risked a lot to help those in need but I didn't have the voice to ask for help. Destroying every inch of my sun rise every time I try to remember you. I blame it all on my soft spot, what a coward. Shredding tears every single moment I get to be alone, away from everything.