This is what I have become, a cage.
Holding all these little black birds with even darker secrets inside.
I hold it close to my heart even though I want them to fly away,
But when one does I want it to stay.
I never feel fully there just empty,
yet crowed by the emotion.
The more I think the more I fear,
of them all flying away.
So I crawl into the cage,
to become a blackbird myself.














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Good job!
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Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid becomes easy.
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specially like the metaphore of the blackbirds as our black secrets which we do not want revealed or in the open.
I agree I would rather become a blackbird myself!
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Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid becomes easy.
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"Data is not information, information is not knowledge, knowledge is not understanding, understanding is not wisdom."
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
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