Flying Solo
I
always wanted a kite. Not for its aesthetic beauty or its ability to fly. No,
but for its freedom.
I
would go to tranquil jade parks, by day and by night, in order to search for my
bounty. At times when the pelting rain shrouded the darkening green no tender
salvation was in sight. Without my companion I felt alone and worse of all
trapped.
This
altered on bright and windy days. Ruby and sapphire jewels would float
majestically in the sky. Oh how lucky kites are. No malevolent burden is placed
on their conscience, only the feathered touch of liberation. I deserved the
same.
Children
would play with them for hours in the glittering sun. Their smiles and laughter
were poison to me. Each of the vindictive creatures disallowed me to join in
their amusement. I would walk away. Whilst the wind scorched my face, I prayed
that I would find a kite another day.
I
always wanted a kite because it possessed freedom. Sadly, I never obtained
either.
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