creative writing · Mental health feelings

I wish I was a bird

I look up to the sky and see birds soaring high above me, swooping through the sky and dancing on the clouds. Jealousy overcomes me.

I wish I could float away, glide on the winds and drift through fluffy clouds.

I wish I could look down on the world and all it’s weight and feel nothing.

Unaffected and free.

I wish I was a bird. 

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