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When I was a little girl I shared my room with my little birds, together behind its closed doors the birds and I played together. We laughed, we cried, and we watched the cloud filled sky paint stories of the outside world. I thought it would never end, that Change was a thing that could not touch my little birds and me in our perfect fortress. Why should Change wish to come and take our happiness away?
Day by day I played with my little birds, I smiled and laughed just the same as I had always done. I couldn't see the unhappiness that had begun to spread within my room. One by one the little birds flew to my window, as if to watch the old story teller and wait for our tale. But, the little birds were not listening to the stories, they were not looking at the sky as they had before. It was as if they were trying to see something beyond it, something they had not been able to see before.
As I grew tired of looking at the sky, I called the little birds away from their perch and tempted them to come play with me. Reluctantly, the birds followed, and together we played and I laughed happily as ever. But even I could see it as the games continued, the longing look in the birds' eyes, the constant stares back to the window I had left behind.
I trudged back to the window we shared and looked out to see what the birds had seen. But, search as I might, I saw nothing in the cloudless sky, to me all that appeared was an empty and ugly blue canvas. The little birds stared at it as if there was nothing else in the world. Angrily I searched yet again, nothing, absolutely nothing answered my questioning eyes. A faint melody came from my window as the birds tapped it together, each set of eyes looking to me, desperately begging me to open their cage.
Why? Why were they no longer satisfied with the home I had given them? What was so wrong with our happiness that they needed to flee from it? I wanted to shout, wanted to beg them to stay and forget whatever it was they had seen. How had Change managed to infect them without me? Their eyes looked to me, begging me for the chance to fly, to finally see what it was like to be on the side of the glass that was being viewed.
What could I do? To keep them away from their wishes would have been the lowest form of cruelty I could perform. My unsteady hands fumbled with the hinges of the window until, finally, the cool breeze of the outside lifted their wings and carried them to their beloved skies. I stood by the window and watched them all as they left, some exploring the canvas of the sky, changing it with their own beauty. Others sought the distant lands beyond our tiny window, wishing to see the different views of the other creatures. Still others remained close to our little room and looked at the other beings like myself, hoping to understand how different creatures thought.
For a time, I thought about remaining in my little room and waiting for my little birds to return to me. However, in the farthest corners of the room, Change had begun to compel me to move as well. To stand still forever staring at an empty sky would only sadden my little birds further. And so, I decided to take my leave of the little room and take some time to spread my own wings. I do not know if I will ever return to our little cage, or if I even can. Even though Change has infected my little birds and me, I don't believe he can have any affect on our old home. We will always be changing after the day we left, but our poor house will forever remain the same, perhaps we shall outgrow it someday.
I cannot say that I will never see my little birds again. Even though we are far apart, and our home is no longer ours, I truly believe that someday, as long as I can continue moving forward, I will see my precious friends again. The blue canvas is mine to paint, I think I will have to remember to paint in some little birds into the ever changing story.


IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIt's laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate (It's only like 2 AM but still man I LIKE my sleep) Hom nom nom nom nom =O= You know who you guys are. I miss you but I am moving forward for the hope of meeting you again. God I'm friggin tired =.= Maybe that and sheer over emotional-ness is the real cause of the problem. Shouldn't look over things that are no longer relevant meeeeeeeeh soooo sleeeeeeepy good night moon.