Craving the Sky

Introduction: So here i am trying to explain the feeling i get from birds:















I crave birds, like people crave love.

It's the feeling i crave, not the actual bird itself.

For the creature itself, i feel only envy for.

Flying, swooping, can you imagine?

Swaying through the skies, seas of blue, nothing ahead but space.

No sense of time, as long as they don't feel a storm.

Feeling a storm, can you imagine?

Is this not the dance man tries to portray in paintings,

is this not the movement man tries to portray in music?

Watching a bird fly,

exhilarating and taunting.

For i am a lover of travel,

everything that keeps me back,

a bird will never taste.

I feel sorry for myself--

awful for the birds who are caged.

Spending their whole lives on a shelf.

Desiring to get out,

feeling the angst of something they don't even know exists.

Always looking at their wings,

--not knowing what they were made for.

Not knowing what they themselves were made for.

Feelings the storms, yet never tasting the wind.
A natural instinct,

natural talent,

Given by our God, himself

who are we to take it away?

To lock them up?

To suffocate them?

I need to fly.

I need to leave my cage.

I need the open space,

the freedom, the blue,

the white, the gray.

For i envy the birds,

the birds envy the clouds.

I will not live a caged life,

I will discover the reason for these wings.

One day I will fight my own storm.



Quote of de moment:

- God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. ~
Jacques Deval