Nightingale's TrillA Story by Ioana GeorgianaI'm sitting in my car, late at night. The sky is painted with a rich shade of blue. Tiny silver speckles peek through this nocturnal masterpiece. The moon is a silent guard, watching over Mother Nature's creation. Lone stars and constellations are scattered along the horizon. Nothing else is in sight. Suddenly, a flash shoots across the sky. How nice of a shooting star to show up tonight. I could use a little bit of luck. I rub my chin reflexively and start thinking. What do I wish for? What more could I want out of life? I've got everything I could possibly ask for: loving parents , caring friends and a vivid imagination. Sometimes it feels so real, I want to follow suit and chase Alice in Wonderland, just like the snowy hare with the golden pocket watch.
As I recall this story, more questions begin to arise: What would Alice wish for? To flee from her mundane life? Would she choose reality instead of her twisted fantasy? I, for one, have my side of the story. While the idea of living in a bizarre universe appeals to my inner dreamer, I can tell the difference between what is invented and what is palpable. I may be with my head in the clouds, but I know when to anchor myself to the ground. I wish for freedom. My thoughts are just like a rare bird, trapped in a gilded cage. I want to set that bird free. The bird has lived miserably until now. Held captive by a greedy man, singing her song for his entertainment. She has had enough. The bird claims her liberty of roaming through the sky, letting go of those restraints that were imprinted on her: "Why would anyone listen to you?" The nightingale has a purpose. She wants to sing her melody, so everyone will hear, so everyone will lend an ear and listen. If you don't stop thinking, stop dreaming, you can never die. No matter negative or positive, thoughts prove that you are still alive. © 2015 Ioana Georgiana |
StatsAuthorIoana GeorgianaRomaniaAboutA twenty year old with a knack for everything written. I breathe by filling my lungs with words. You can also find me at jolenepoetry on Instagram. more..Writing
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