Birds.
They are beautiful.
Free.
Swift.
Fragile.
Birds have the ability to fly anywhere...they can reach the heights of the endless sky and they can embrace the breeze.
They are colored in promises of all colors and hue.
They each given unique voices in which they can sing their heart into the atmosphere.
I wish I was a bird.
Finally, I have thought what I truly wished to speak.
Apathy loves to quell my lips and the syllables of sentences they wish to utter. Apathy loves to help me forget all the world bears within it.
In the fragile moments with Friend, I see something come her.
It infiltrates my heart and makes itself welcome like an overwhelming emotion.
Was it the smile she shone when I first saw her?
Was it the way she vocalized her thoughts?
Was it they way she made my cardiac heart create a rhythm?
Whatever it was, whatever has pierced me, I cannot express it.
The feeling inside my heart is so nostalgic and painful, I wonder if I truly must and can contain it.
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