There’s this girl…
Like a usual bird flying liberally up in the sky. Unnoticed but extremely having fun of the freedom she now has. She ain’t a butterfly but she believes it anyway. Different places, she went. Different things, she has done. You can say, she’s having a time of her life.
Times of being alone, time of stumbling down, time of trying to fly that high and time of waiting for that special one to notice the beauty she have. Uncertainty occurs to her which leaves pleasing everyone around her. We know for a fact that it can’t stop from happening.
She’s now praying and taking things slow; waiting for that perfect moment to come and for that specific one – the one who would notice how free she is and would fall in love with that without locking her up in a cage to satisfy his vision but to satisfy his heart.
Like a bird is that girl and that girl is me.