Have you ever lived in a place you never liked? Did you always dreamt of some other distant land, but never got the chance to live there? But have a hope to be there someday?
I feel like I am a bird in a golden cage with a dream of thorny bushes. Then of course I am thinking of the birds situation to, do birds have a dream? Do they feel strange to life's in cage? Even if they were born there? I don’t know, maybe they do, may be they don't, I have to be bird to understand the situation. One and only thing I know, it's hard to live like that for me. I tried to love my cage, I kept telling my self that my cage was golden, warm, there is lots of stuff to eat and drink and there was newer to cold, or to hot. My heart won’t listen to me. I don’t know what to do, if I listen to my heart and fly away from my comfy cage, then I would maybe die in the cold and brutal but even so beauty land. The land itself is not actually cold and brutal, it's just because I am strange to the land. But I could be lucky and learn how to fly. Maybe my heart will burn in joy and melt the coldness in the land, make warmth to my wings and bring the spring to the cold land in my dreams. Then again even if I died, I would die happy.
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