free birds.

'the story of my life', she sighted as she looked to the cup of coffee in her hands. she felt lost, she felt wandering the days of her life alone. although she had friends. but friends have lives. and she seemed to have none. she sobbed. 'this is not the first time and surely won't be the last', she raised up her head. as much as it's hard to move on, sometimes it's just necessary. at least that's what they impose to us. she remembered all the kindness she saw in his eyes. they were kind eyes. but one cannot cage a free bird. and he was a free bird, never willing to land. she was a caged bird, she couldn't fly far, she was not bred up like that. and what most attracted her to him - this sense of infinite freedom -, drove them further apart. he was a free bird, she had her heart in a cage. she sipped the coffee. 'the story of my life', she sighted again, gazing lostly at some point on the wall.

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♪ kriptonita - ludov