gonfire18
“A bird that has lost its feathers can no longer sail through the skies. And a person who has lost his memories can no longer find his way through the world he once called home.”
-anonymous
In my eighteen years of existence, I might say I can relate myself to a feather. Just like a feather, I’m feeling free and light. But just like a feather when detached to its own wings, I’m nowhere to go. Going back and forth to the Philippines and America, my unstable destinations, bring me to submit myself to the changing movements of the wind. I can bravely struggle these searing pain and ceaseless misery. But a feather on its own is a feather searching for home. Even it is free, it’s still like a castaway driftwood which only the right people will ever find and bring it back. If only this feather could be in unison with its wings, I had scan for those sobbing and make them happy. And just like the feather, which lands everywhere the wind blows it, I don’t choose anyone to be with me. I welcome them in my life and never complain if they want to go away. But never underestimate the power of a feather, it can build great wings. Wings which lift us toward our intent, wings that rise on our high golden desires and wings that empower man to ride the wind strongly.
A feather I may be, but everything goes through a process of change. Everything, each according to its turn, seems to be waiting for its proper time. Someday, I would probably be with my desired wings. Everything in this world indeed is a threat to life. But as long as I have my life, new memories will be carved into the sand of time. I won't soothe your pain neither ease you're pain because I float like feather and sting like a bee. -LITERAL BIOGRAPHY
-anonymous
In my eighteen years of existence, I might say I can relate myself to a feather. Just like a feather, I’m feeling free and light. But just like a feather when detached to its own wings, I’m nowhere to go. Going back and forth to the Philippines and America, my unstable destinations, bring me to submit myself to the changing movements of the wind. I can bravely struggle these searing pain and ceaseless misery. But a feather on its own is a feather searching for home. Even it is free, it’s still like a castaway driftwood which only the right people will ever find and bring it back. If only this feather could be in unison with its wings, I had scan for those sobbing and make them happy. And just like the feather, which lands everywhere the wind blows it, I don’t choose anyone to be with me. I welcome them in my life and never complain if they want to go away. But never underestimate the power of a feather, it can build great wings. Wings which lift us toward our intent, wings that rise on our high golden desires and wings that empower man to ride the wind strongly.
A feather I may be, but everything goes through a process of change. Everything, each according to its turn, seems to be waiting for its proper time. Someday, I would probably be with my desired wings. Everything in this world indeed is a threat to life. But as long as I have my life, new memories will be carved into the sand of time. I won't soothe your pain neither ease you're pain because I float like feather and sting like a bee. -LITERAL BIOGRAPHY
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