The Day I Asked My Pen to Make Me a Bird

A story born from an evening coffee, a deep breath, and a desperate need to escape the noise.

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Holding a warm cup of evening coffee,

I looked up at the sky and took a long, deep breath.

That’s when I saw a beautiful bird flying in the distance –

so small,

yet so completely free.

In that exact moment, I wanted to be a bird too.

So I turned to my diary and my pen,

and asked them for a little help to turn me into one.

The words below are the result of our little conspiracy.

I want to fly.

But I don’t have wings.

So, just for a moment,

I’ll just be a bird.

I’m going to throw myself into the sky and just go.

I won’t care how far it is,

I won’t look back.

And right then,

I’ll take all this heavy weight sitting on my chest

and just fling it away into the empty air.

You walked away and left me.