Yesterday I was walking on the sidewalk and I saw a dead bird with a broken wing. It reminded me of something I had totally forgotten.
When I was in middle school I found a bird with a broken wing in the garden of my house. I gave him shelter and food and everything. But he was sick, and he soon stopped singing. And he soon died. It was the first time I realised that everything has an end. Everything moving will someday stop to move. I cant believe I buried this so deep. It's weird.
I liked this bird.
(I have to admit, not much is happening these days)
When I was in middle school I found a bird with a broken wing in the garden of my house. I gave him shelter and food and everything. But he was sick, and he soon stopped singing. And he soon died. It was the first time I realised that everything has an end. Everything moving will someday stop to move. I cant believe I buried this so deep. It's weird.
I liked this bird.
(I have to admit, not much is happening these days)
niobe:
*hugs*
*hugs*