light as a feather

Free as a bird.

I can’t help but wonder how much more effortless life would be if I were a bird. A petite and bulbous being covered entirely in gossamer feathers, winged arms that fold in on themselves fluently and once extended help soar him up and away to his hearts desires. 

Microscopic arms compared to our own yet enough strength and power to manipulate the law of gravity to their advantage. I suppose it is the gliding away to the unknown which appeals to me so. Allowing invisible gusts of wind hoist me to far away places; unknown landscapes filled with possibilities and adventures. It is the freedom to move and be whatever you want to be, never confined by a nine to five job and always seemingly content.

Though their diet of squirmy worms and squishy bugs does not bide well with me.




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