"i know it is easy to despair, my little bird, in our prison.
you and i are weary hearts, alike; yearning the freedom to fly.
too eagerly we battle the twisted metal, not seeing the danger outside.
the glimmer of hope becomes you as escape becomes reality.
rushing into the unfamiliar openness you test your new found grace,
only to find your wings not ready to carry the weight of your dreams.
should the air again grow thick with sorrow and gravity pull you to harm,
i will wrap you in my love, remove the burden of your broken wings,
allowing you to rest on mine as we soar on the winds of tomorrow."
songbirds are incurably philharmonic, let's carry their encouraging melodies in our hearts. ♥
i am going to train for a marathon starting tomorrow, or the day after. wish me luck.
tonight i am finishing a book and tomorrow i will start reading j.d. salinger for the thousandth time. you should too.
i am listening to: bon iver, the hush sound, and carter hulsey.
love, hollyann
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