Hello Sunshine

Waking up to another Day.
Same voices Same dreams I wake up to the Same.

Looking out my window debating my next step. After the fight I don't know whats next.
My thoughts are becoming a war in my head. I don 't know what to believe. What to think.
Its all becoming a clutter.
I Don't want to do whats told I wish i could take off this blind fold
 see to see whats to be seen.
I wish I was a bird to start at a nest then fly away make the world my home.
Never a place to stay too long. Stay and hurt those who come along.
Never attached no feelings latched. Small brain Wings are my heart.
Fly far into the sky watch the things below me.
but never too close because I carry disease.
Not a pigeon No.
More like a Dove. Sacred and Rare. Admired from afar but still taken for granted.
When hurt the animal shelters say to discard.


"The Dove represents the wayfarer of the sky, a being who though it belongs to the earth is capable of dwelling in the skies. The former explanation of the bird represents the idea of a soul whose dwelling place is heaven, and the latter represents the dweller on earth being able to move about in the higher spheres; and both these explanations give the idea that the spiritual man, dwelling on the earth, is from heaven. They also explain that the spiritual man is the inhabitant of the heavens and is only dwelling on earth for a while. "

If I were the bird. I would be happy.