It is a bird that is flying in open thoughts……
When it is clear that this season of my mind is filled, it is a high flight, whenever the storm comes, it is not afraid in life….
Don’t stop u from flying….. She knows how to make noise too, but i don’t know why she stays silent. She lives by my thoughts inside me. Despite being traumatized, she fills her flights completely…
Yes, it has changed a bit now, no matter how dark it is, but it is the torch of my thoughts….
Yes, she sits tired, sometimes when there is a ruckus spreading in the mind, there is peace when I have a new flight in my mind again.
This pen of mine moving with the ink of my thoughts is my pride…✍️
Inner Voice 