bird film

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In my dreams I have a beak

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we all know social media clouds our minds eats into reality ladles sickness into our mouths
I swallow so do you eagerly in fact
I think I need it now
consuming at high speed
stopping me from being really angry from really changing
that comfort that is as artificial and transparent as it is soothing
it’s so known
that changing the way you look won’t change the way you feel
that directing your energy into something expansive and disastrous won’t do half as much as making small people out of vegetables joined with cocktail sticks
things I want to do that fill me with purpose:
wake up early in a space that is clear of dirt
hold hands
go swimming in the cold sea
such simplistic things I think they are cliched but I think I just think that to save myself from embarrassment
really I think they are pure, fundamentally loving
let’s start with a few small changes I always say
like
telling people you love them more
like
sitting on your own and listening to yourself
making things with your hands and with your little pea sized brain
yet before I’ve started I’ve failed because I am weak
weak weak weak beak beak beak
birds!
delightful creatures cunning and peckish
elegant and lopsided
oh if I were a bird I’d swim in the sea all day
I wouldn’t care for Instagram or self-doubt
not one bit
just fish (when hungry of course I wouldn’t be a gluttonous bird)
fish and sitting on branches that don’t feel flimsy but still move slightly so I know when a big gust of wind is coming that I can cruise on, wings outstretched
I would have a trusty branch
one that cradles my birdy bottom in just the right way
I’d be content elsewhere though of course, for I am a bird

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