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Blackbird

by DavidNaumann

Blackbird sitting on the windowsill, out of the cage and still not knowing. Trying to think of flying or staying still, as not wanting to stay but no point in flying. Blackbird looking out to the ground outside, seeing other birds flying up, up and away. Dreaming of a chance to break free and soar in the skies, being grounded by the thought that today is not the day. Today is not the day to fly, fly with the pain of everything associated with departure. Today is not the day to say goodbye, goodbye to all the bad and the good whichever is harder. Blackbird looking out the window and just hopin', without realizing the window was open.
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DavidNaumann
24 / M / Missouri
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Written by
DavidNaumann
24 / M / Missouri
Published
Mar 27, 2021
Time
1m
Notes

Do you clip your own wings?

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#window#future#blackbird#flight#cage
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