the little bird

Trapped..

 In a cage.

Not knowing how to escape the cage. Yet I keep trying..

I managed.

Next thing is to get to the window.

I get caught again and put into my cage..

I don’t give up and keep trying.

I try again and I manage again..

This time I get to the window.

I try to open it, I can already smell the fresh cold air outside, 

I’ve almost opened it,

 but I’m too slow…

I get caught and put into my cage again.

Third time, good time…

But how?

How can I escape my cage?

How can I break free and fly along with the other birds?

When will I breathe the fresh air outside?

For now all I know is that one day I will break free and fly with them,

But when?

I love...

I love talking
I love meeting new people
I love socializing
I love going hard
I love being spontaneous
I love being outgoing

But...

 
It isn’t because I love talking, that I don’t have secrets.

It isn’t because I love meeting new people that I will befriend or trust them all.

It isn’t because I love socializing that I’m good at it.

It isn’t because I love going hard, that sometimes I don’t feel like going home.

It isn’t because I love being spontaneous, that I don’t feel shy sometimes.
It isn’t because I love being outgoing that I never feel embarrassed.

Don't assume things that you don't know.. 

~Musa