missing my wing
I'm just a little bird. Missing its left wing. I ought to have two wings. The left side and the right side. But I found my self have only one side. I lost the other wing.
I am getting used to it. Or at least, I'm trying. It's not my weakness. I could sing. I could great people. I could make some nest. I could fly, tough in unstable movement. I could feed my self, tough in slow motion. I am alive. That is the most important thing that matter.
Until today I see that bird. Flying so high with two perfect wings. Its beauty irritated me. I am not envy her. I just wondering how happy I am if I could do so..
Then I suddenly I realized. I have never got used to it. I am pretending and I am tired to do so almost all the time. It is now time for me to release all the pain.
Admitting that I am missing my wing.
Could I be happier if I just say so?
I am getting used to it. Or at least, I'm trying. It's not my weakness. I could sing. I could great people. I could make some nest. I could fly, tough in unstable movement. I could feed my self, tough in slow motion. I am alive. That is the most important thing that matter.
Until today I see that bird. Flying so high with two perfect wings. Its beauty irritated me. I am not envy her. I just wondering how happy I am if I could do so..
Then I suddenly I realized. I have never got used to it. I am pretending and I am tired to do so almost all the time. It is now time for me to release all the pain.
Admitting that I am missing my wing.
Could I be happier if I just say so?
I dont even know how to describe it...:S
BalasHapus