I just thought of something....
what if ..
all of us, underneath our varied and diverse exteriors,
are actually birds,
flying high, or caged inside,
a phoenix to be exact,
one that reaches its climax, and untimely demise,
at regular intervals,
burn out,
only to regain a colorful newness,
that climax is achieved with various incidents, depending on our history and experiences.
for me,
that point, is when i go back to nid,
all the rough outlines, and disillusion
sheds
to give way, to hope, and excitement, for what is to come, and what has not and will never be forgotten....
we do eventually find our ways to burn down, and start afresh, and those who dont delay
our natural life process,
and actually wither parts of them that can not regenerate even in a new birth.
therefore,
i urge,
for you to burn,
away all your doubts.
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