Choices we made

This happened

I saw a feather thin grey flying, in the midst of the month June birth date is coming. I emptied my thought knowing how such feather got off and float in mid air. To beyond the thoughts maybe it did not like it there. Need not to stuck in an old bored lair freedom it glides as it dances in thin air. Maybe it is not what the world it has fully brought the potential it seeks. To the abode where it left maybe it was more than just a homing seat. To distance far feather begone. To the place you love where magic lives in fun. The turf you have been living will understand the choices of free soul has to plan. It gives you what is you, on the other side but never will that house will full you with all of the surprise.