© Almost Had Wings

For my sisters:

Look at that caged bird, chirping away like an idiot. Doesn’t she know that she is in a cage with clipped wings?
Not much room to spread her wings and fly.
Can’t fly for shit, can’t fly to freedom, and can’t fly to find her one.
Just sitting there; cheeping and eating.
What a waste of time.
This is complete bullshit, for a little while she thought she found what she was hoping for, just a bit of light, and some hope of love.
With everything life have to offer she give the thought a try but just like that stupid caged bird she couldn’t fly for shit, she couldn’t fly to freedom, and she couldn’t fly to the one who will eventually get away.
How much room does she need in order to spread her wings?
He’s perfect.
She want to be in his life and evidently a produce of emotional strain and baggage are included but she didn’t care she want to share some of his strain and forget her own.
Then she thought: 'what am I thinking, typical me always trying to be someone else’s savior and not my own.'
She must remove those shades of hers so shecan see clearly into this life she so desperately can’t have…
In just a matter of moments he didn’t give her much to work with other than her wanting to say something spiteful; because he was speaking the truth, if it was meant to be then it will be, but she can’t wait. Hell she doesn’t want to wait any bloody more.
But she thought as she stared at the caged bird in her cage: 'What is the big deal about love anyway other than it leaves me searching for some freedom to fly? Like that caged bird, my time will eventually come if I just dream a little bit harder.'