Tonight, the birds are flying more savagely and wildly than ever, carried away by the mad wind. The sky, mirror of the soul carshes itself against the world with its thickness and darkness. It's becoming too heavy to carry on just one's shoulders.....
Loneliness strangles, but breathlessly and painfully you continue your way just like Jonathan Livingstone, the seagull continued its flight. And alone, somehow stronger in your solitary voyage, and yet so much weaker, you go on, just hoping that maybe other solitary wandering soullike you would join you in your voyage, just hoping that your solitary endeavour had found its end.
But then you look up at the sky- the mirror of your soul and you see it's crying. You see its dark, dull colours- those of your life and you start longing for blue and light, and life, and someone....
Loneliness strangles, but breathlessly and painfully you continue your way just like Jonathan Livingstone, the seagull continued its flight. And alone, somehow stronger in your solitary voyage, and yet so much weaker, you go on, just hoping that maybe other solitary wandering soullike you would join you in your voyage, just hoping that your solitary endeavour had found its end.
But then you look up at the sky- the mirror of your soul and you see it's crying. You see its dark, dull colours- those of your life and you start longing for blue and light, and life, and someone....
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