Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a bird? Definitely, a bird is blessed with the ability to fly. To soar through the sky, feeling the air flowing beneath its wings, lifting it up into euphoria and sheer bliss. But it comes with a price, this amazing feeling. Normal birds aren't smart creatures. They don't know how to adapt, or to hide, or to protect themselves. All they want to do is to keep feeling that ecstatic feeling of flight. Of elation. But at any given moment, all it takes is a well-aimed shot to the breast of the bird to still its once-beating heart. Then you'll find, everything comes crashing down in an instant, with no pity, no consideration whatsoever.

As my world came crashing down in a symphony of jagged edges and smothered screams, I realized what fragile things we are. Fragile, yet cruel things. And it's all because we are capable of choice.

Choice.

What a word.

The hand of my clock strikes two,
in times when I got the best of you -
I made promises I couldn't keep
And every night I couldn't sleep.
I didn't know why, but didn't ask questions
because it was the first time in my life, yeah the first time in my life
Where I, did something right. (?)

I set myself up, for the greatest fall of all time.

I'm trying to get this right
Yeah, cause I'm ridiculous like that.










I'll keep this as a constant reminder; of the nights I spend holding on, to her.