The bird who waits

I hear a helicopter above me. It’s moving farther away and I have no way of reaching it, keeping it from flying. My ears love this sound. This freedom. This intoxication of escaping…
Blue bird is yet waiting…waiting for that moment to come, the moment of departure to wherever her wings can take her…

Elle

The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for.

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