Bird soul

This is maybe, don't remember, my first adventure writing no sense in english.
Sometimes things flows like birds fly, others is hard like no soul birds.
Write and delete, delete and write.
I will not delete anything, swear, birds once they flying can't stop even empty memories, there are always a resonance coming deep from the soul and here I am, trying to fly and get that air flow coming from a bird soul, I guess, or pretend to guess, screaming silences suspended in this line we call life.
So, at least let me try to believe I belong to the birds soul and fly away from where I never been.

Sketch from @doze

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