He’s now letting me fly away and enjoy the beauty of the world. But he doesn’t know that, I would rather lose my wings and be his possession than to release and blindly explore the vastness of the Earth. Freedom may offer me the mountains, the rivers or the islands, but they don’t really make me happy and satisfied. For in my soul, I know what I long for. I am sure in myself that my contentment lies in him. And his desire to keep me with him would be the greatest fulfillment that nothing out there could give. He feels guilty for what he done to me, and now that I am finally given the liberty he thinks I deserve, he’s expecting me to glide in glee. I stop, water blurring my eyes as I give a one last look. He is silent and expressionless. After a moment, I turn away, face the horizon, flap my wings and bid goodbye in my thoughts that never turn to words.
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