lonely bird
the lonely bird is kept teathered to the ground by the weight of her own avidity. she flies south with intention only to become aware of her own northwardly flight. she smiles with frustration only sometimes and we see this as a tragedy. it is a wonder she hasnt been torn in half by her own diametric dreams.
and a diameter indeed! she is lonely in her circle, teathered to the ground by the weight of her own avidity.
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