Foggy rain. Blinder window. Blurred vision. Folded wings。
Believed, still believing and will always believe, outside somewhere, there will be a
nest with enough space of freedom. A place where I can perch without flooding
presumptions and settle down with a sense of belonging, a sense of
Loneliness, far drifting in self-exacerbation, is but a cure to shy from
being hurt by others. Instead of wounds and torments from windy storms,
sometimes it is easier to pluck the feathers oneself and break the wings of
Anticipated danger. Roaring comments. Sharp blades of rejection. Ghosts
of termites nibble away already desiccated leaves of crisp self-confidence.
What is left outside, faraway there, when here, inside, now is immersed with tremendous
Outside there, views bestow eyes with color; outside there, songs please
ears with melody; outside there, tears water hearts into blossom. Finally,
reaching outside there, though torn and weary through all endurance of life’s
harsh testimonies, we feel peace, complete and connected.
Outside world, the beauty of it lies not at
the promises it holds, but simply the hands one can hold and the warmth one can
embrace. Home doesn’t always symbolize happiness; however, it is definitely the
place we shake off all worldly grudges, be at ease with ourselves and put on a
gentle smile for those we love.
Flying in the outside world is not for the sake of adventure or
treasure-hunting, but merely for a simple truth- to hold some ones’ hands and
be connected with another life’s warmth.
Now is to enjoy, past is to savor and future is to hope. Here is to fly at, memory
is to fly from and dream is to fly to. Wind rises, and a new journey has yet to
begin. Will you have the courage to jump off the cliff to test the strength of
your wings? Witness.