Oneshot

..."Birds born in a cage ...

...think flying is an illness."...

...— A. Jodorowsky...

I am a bird trapped in a Cage of Reality, screaming freedom but no one hears the cries I make. I cry and plea for someone to open the door to set me free, but no one came.

I want to be able to see the skies as I fly in the morning light with my eyes sparkling with joy, to see the stars and moon as I venture through the nigh sky, the seas as I feel the salty water trough the flap of my wings, the rivers that reflect my glistening feathers, the trees as I sing my melodies, the cities as I wonder through the city lights… I want to be able to see the world. I want to be able to breathe the fresh breath of air, to hear the calm sounds of the sea, feel the softness of the clouds, and feel the touch of nature. I want to meet new people, venture throughout the world, looking down at it’s beauty as I fly through the beautiful hues of the sky.

I want to be free. I want to fly. Let me out of this hellish cage! This cage where everything is suffocating. The pressure that weighted me, breaking the wings that longed to fly.

I can feel the world calling to me, telling me to explore it. To spread my wings and see its beauty. To eat its food nature gifted. But how am I able to do that when my wings have long broken?

I try to fly, to escape the cage I am trapped in, but tied to the ground, I fell. I tried to open it with my broken wing, using all the strength I could, but a punch of words sent me back to the Cage of Reality. The cage I so want to escape from. A torturing cage I want to get away from.

I watch other people spreading their wings, reaching the skies, achieving their dreams with happy faces and shimmering eyes. I watch them from afar with a dark expression, while still being in the cage I am trapped in.

I watch with envy as they start escaping their cages. One by one flew, flying to the outside world, leaving me still trapped.

“Oh, to be like them,” I thought. Why can’t I escape like they did? Why can’t I have those kind of talents to escape my cage? Why?

I imagined myself being like them, being free. I imagined reaching my desire to travel. Too see and feel the world. I imagined.

Eventually, I gave up. I still want my wings to be spread. I still want to be free. I still want to venture the world and feel it. I still want to. But it was just so hard for me.

I gave up hope. I gave up hoping to escape, to be free, to be able to spread my wings and fly. I gave up.

I became older, and my cage that was once only one, multiplied. I can see myself trapped in not only the Cage of Reality, but also in the Cages of Laziness, Puberty, Anxiety, Depression, Anger, and Envy.

Before I knew it, I am not just a bird trapped in only the Cage of Reality. But a bird trapped in multiple cages that even if you escape one from, another one appears.

Oh, to be able to taste freedom. How wonderful must it be.

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