It's arduous to let people decide for you, from the beverage in the morning to the clothing in the night. Certainly, the caged feeling will resurface one day or another but the conviction of downcast emotions is too much to tolerate on those particular days. It is said, bird appreciates the vastness of sky after surviving in the cluster of roost. As if someone inquired the avian concerning her point of view. Why? Because it is embedded in the mind of humans that it is the majority that voices the minority too. When did someone took the trouble to quest whether it was the vast sky she hoped for or the teeny home she dreamt of? What if, she was content with periodic moments of deliverance? What if, she wouldn't want glitters but subtle colors? And yet, it was foolish of her to incline towards the later, when after years of permanency, a fleeting home was offered. Knowing well enough that glamour is well suited in films and theater, not in life, especially Her's, she took the only choice she had, but was it really the only ? Because life do offers you choices, ironically it propels you towards the one it favors the most.
"Still stuck in that head of yours, mi Amor?"
I tore my gaze from the two colorful birds building their nest on the tree, towards my best friend. One, who stayed through the better and worse, one who witnessed the silence of my thoughts and cries of my heart, one who didn't just say about forever, but proved the forever. "Rae"
I motioned my hands to let her know, she can safely and securely accompany me on the little wooden sitting . Her blonde hair dazzled from the beams of the sun, her eyes shutting close as a mirthful smile adorned her flushed face, knowing well enough that it was the clue to grace me with her presence.
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