<p>october was very fluttering, just like a bird flapping its wings fast enough to stay in the sky, then soaring above trees and finally going down into a dive to rest for a bit. october is migratory bird season, they gather in clouds, forming a spectacle in the air, going round in circles. everything is a constant up and down movement, beautifully executed by age old instincts.
and then there's me, looking at the sky, and finding myself in these bewinged creatures, only that i am not free, caged in. and still, there is something inside me that makes me think of the times when i was like a bird, eons ago. and it feels like things might be possible again, that i might open up my wings, and fly.</p>
<p>october was very fluttering, just like a bird flapping its wings fast enough to stay in the sky, then soaring above trees and finally going down into a dive to rest for a bit. october is migratory bird season, they gather in clouds, forming a spectacle in the air, going round in circles. everything is a constant up and down movement, beautifully executed by age old instincts.
and then there's me, looking at the sky, and finding myself in these bewinged creatures, only that i am not free, caged in. and still, there is something inside me that makes me think of the times when i was like a bird, eons ago. and it feels like things might be possible again, that i might open up my wings, and fly.</p>