I'm Like A Bird I Wanna Fly Away Mga Nobela at Kwento

I feel myself being drawn to her, drawn to the words that she is speaking. The air in the room begins to feel comforting, like the air in summer as I’m flying through the clouds. As I think it, I feel the coolness of the clouds on my wings, before the warmth returns, as if I’m truly flying. My body is flying higher and higher until I can no longer see the ground. I hear her words, floating on the wind. “Go in peace. Be free of the confines of this life.” I hit a barrier, as if something is keeping me from flying higher. I want to go, want to go to the place that promises freedom from this world.

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Even іf I can’t dо іt anymore, I bеlіеvе уоu саn rіѕе аbоvе thіѕ, mу frіеnd, mу ѕіѕtеr, mу сhіld. Flу out of here lіkе a bеаutіful bird. Hold Luсу’ѕ feather сlоѕе tо уоur hеаrt аnd knоw thаt уоu аrе nоt аlоnе.

Who are you that makes my heart so weary, who makes me hope only to fall into despair? I stared blankly out the window, watching groups of people hurrying off to start their new workday. Out there, everyone is equal, working daily to earn a living, returning in the evening to gather with their families. Yet, I remain huddled in this room in a strange country, with almost no acquaintances, repeating the same routine every single day. I sat with my knees pulled to my chest, gazing sorrowfully toward the distant horizon. In the clear blue sky, flocks of birds were flying freely. I wish I could be like them, finding the sky where I belong so I could spread my wings and soar.

I hope it stays like this and they turn out well. I ate a cookie while looking at the passing cars and people. My arm was lying limply on my lap. I would put my shoulder in place, but I can't use one hand. Someone needs to do it for me, and I can't just go out and expose myself. I looked at the birds in the sky and saw how free they looked. I wish I was a bird so I could fly so far away that no one would hurt me. I may be free from them physically, but mentally, they will haunt me. Their words are so engraved in my mind that it's all I think about.

Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings. I looked up at the skies and saw a white bird flying over us. I gave a sad smile knowing Iris is here with us. I walk to the grave and place a flower, "Thank you for your friendship. You showed me what a friend should be like. I will always miss you." I step away bumping into Apollo. "Let's go home," he says as he holds me. "Yeah, are they all coming back to our house?" I ask without realizing what I just said.

There’s a powerful boost of strength I can feel within me and I don’t know if this is normal or not, but I have never been happier. As childish as this may sound, but I wish I could be like this forever. Free. At this moment, I envy birds because they get to go wherever they want without caring about anything in the world. Well, they definitely care about the weather conditions, but they don’t have the concerns we have. They don’t care about success or proving to others what they’re capable to do. They don’t have bills to pay or social standards they need to meet. They’re free.

"But that's not the point I am driving at." "So what is, because you really seem to be driving in the wrong lane." "The point is, wind can fly. It can fly and soar, and swoop and dive and it never needs to perch. I want to be like that. I want to fly and fly, and keep flying until my wings break, until the air gets tired of carrying me. I want to fly until the clouds can recognize me by my feathers when i pass. I just want to be free." Ten heartbeats pass before I say, "You sound an awful lot like a poet."

I muffle-moan, shaking violently as I finally reach my goal. I am flying. I'm soaring. I'm high. I must be high.

It is curious at which hour a human-like thee did suck in my own domain. I swallowed. I'm afraid that things might not turn out well. I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of this place. I can think of no other way out than the strange sky. "How can I get out of here?" That's what I asked because that's what I wanted. Flyeth, and thee shall meeteth thy freedom. The voice said that I wanted to laugh. If only I could fly, I would have done it a long time ago. I never asked how I could leave the place.