First time i see him, feels like those ocean breeze, calm and cooling. Like calling me out to reach his face, to feel those happiness, that he carry around.
But how ironic is it, the universe never let us, to never let me, be his sadness.
Sometimes i wonder, what it really takes for a bird to fly.
Is it the wings or the urge to fly? Is it the calling or the wanting to fit in? Is it for freedom or the act of boredom?
Nobody knows the right answer, nor anybody knows the wrong answer. But life still goes on, with or without it.
Cause we live in uncertainty conditions, we're built in it and we're used to it. Don't keep searching for the answer, you will find it when it wants to be found.