This account is going to die
I will no longer be active on this accout
Hold your tongue, be silent, be asleep to help yourself hide. Be you tired but not weary, if weary not weak. Rest easy sweet broken bird, sleep with your broken wing and your fear to fly again. Sleep knowing that you will never fly Again, your fear too consuming. Your feet will never leave the ground again… You have fallen too much at too great of a height, you can no longer run. So, hobble, wobble and teeter-totter pitifully through the blades of grass and blackberry brambles. Hide from the cats and the dogs, the ferrets and foxes, away from man and mankind. Hide yourself and dull your feathers, quench your little voice to a whisper, comb your breath and hide.
Lay now little bird in your little safe nest of bent grass in the cold morning air, lay with your calcified bones and ravaged lungs. Lay tired and alone, sipping down dew drops in the silence of your peace and prison. Sip it down to feel less empty, sip it down to quell your thoughts, sip it down to swage the burning in your chest. Drink more to chase your peace and rest. Ask yourself before your eyes close, it is too late to heal?
