Birds

Birds

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

I want to fly away, but also I want to stay. To stay with my friends, stay for the things I have. I don’t want to give up. I want to show who I am and what I am becoming. I want others to be proud of me. I want to be proud of myself, but flying away sounds so lovely. Just leaving everything and starting all over. Starting clean, without the past following; without old things that bring you down. For now I’ll stay, but slowly I am moving away, away to where my dreams send me to.