Now I just Fly and Observe

“You kill two birds with one stone.”
But I’m not the stone. I’m the bird.
I’m one bird, but there were two stones.
Two stones killed me.
Two stones killed my trust.
Two stones killed my passion.
Two stones killed my heart’s confidence.

Who gave you two the right to be the stones?
Stones are supposed to be stepped on. You deserve to be stepped on. You stepped on me. All over me.
You don’t get to throw items that kill.
You don’t get to be the item that kills.
To me, you made yourself this weapon.
Your hearts are cold and as hard as rock.

But I actually have wings. I have energy, I had energy. I was able to perch and observe.
I used to observe the sadder world, the world I wasn’t living in. I sang happy tunes, I sang love songs.
I have wings! I should get to choose what I do with them.

But instead of perching, I choose to fly away, from anything and everything. I don’t perch. I forgot how to sing. I just fly and observe. Observe the happier world, the world I’m not living in.