"Define Free," I said to my sisters.
"mmmm Free... it means to be..." 1's face twisted a bit. "Alone?"
"No, not really. To be Free, means to be able to drift on your own kinda like plants do down a river." 2's smile grinned veraciously in my face.
"To be free mean's you can be yourself." 3 looked at me with a smile and looked away again.
"To be free, here is my definition.
To be free means I can break away from the grip of the purple smog that surrounded me so suddenly, I was suffocated in its toxins as it worked its way down my throat and into my body. Luckily I threw it up just in time before something worse happened. Had it not been for my sisters, I might have ended up rotting in my own skin, don't you agree little birdie?" I had been alone for the first time in a week, and for once I actually smiled... not a fake smile a true smile. I watched the sunset, and talked to the bird that sat on my balcony and sung its beautiful music. Joy tingled down my spine and out my mouth because I too sung a song with this magical creature. Sure they have targeted crapping powers, but when they are in a serene moment just as I... they can be the most mesmerizing thing in the world. The bird looked at me every now and then as though it were really listening to me, maybe it was, and maybe for a second I had become Cinderella. But I conquered no thought that I couldn't be a princess if I tried.
I am happy.
I hope you suffer.
I am happy.
I hope you call my name.
I am happy.
I hope you suffocate in your own pain.
I am happy.
You cannot take that away from me.
I speak in a tone that I would have not been able to had the birds not been around to rescue me from my misery. Had the birds not lifted my strings like that of a marionette, I would have been broken and shattered in a corner with no faith of how to restart. But now I see why they fly so freely, why they live the way they do. Because in the sky you can fly forever through the cotton candy clouds and reach a destination of true understanding. True peace. Soul. Empathy. A utopia of sorts.
The fact that I feel free, shall this feeling never end.
Every chance you get, look in the sky and watch the birds fly.
They will settle your aching heart, but even the most wicked person cannot forget his sins.
Birds of paradise, they speak in a tongue us humans cannot understand.
Birds of paradise, they set us free.
"To be free, here is my definition.
To be free means I can break away from the grip of the purple smog that surrounded me so suddenly, I was suffocated in its toxins as it worked its way down my throat and into my body. Luckily I threw it up just in time before something worse happened. Had it not been for my sisters, I might have ended up rotting in my own skin, don't you agree little birdie?" I had been alone for the first time in a week, and for once I actually smiled... not a fake smile a true smile. I watched the sunset, and talked to the bird that sat on my balcony and sung its beautiful music. Joy tingled down my spine and out my mouth because I too sung a song with this magical creature. Sure they have targeted crapping powers, but when they are in a serene moment just as I... they can be the most mesmerizing thing in the world. The bird looked at me every now and then as though it were really listening to me, maybe it was, and maybe for a second I had become Cinderella. But I conquered no thought that I couldn't be a princess if I tried.
I am happy.
I hope you suffer.
I am happy.
I hope you call my name.
I am happy.
I hope you suffocate in your own pain.
I am happy.
You cannot take that away from me.
I speak in a tone that I would have not been able to had the birds not been around to rescue me from my misery. Had the birds not lifted my strings like that of a marionette, I would have been broken and shattered in a corner with no faith of how to restart. But now I see why they fly so freely, why they live the way they do. Because in the sky you can fly forever through the cotton candy clouds and reach a destination of true understanding. True peace. Soul. Empathy. A utopia of sorts.
The fact that I feel free, shall this feeling never end.
Every chance you get, look in the sky and watch the birds fly.
They will settle your aching heart, but even the most wicked person cannot forget his sins.
Birds of paradise, they speak in a tongue us humans cannot understand.
Birds of paradise, they set us free.
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