oh dear Safy...
I didn't look comments yet, just incase you might write that 1 lie. Maybe it's a bit silly, but sometimes I see me in your writings and I see you in mine. In some words. In some pain.
I got two guesses;
- The date
- “I wish you happiness. Goodbye.”
This was a lovely lesson. Waiting... The pain and also that sweet rush. But somtimes, we have to rush things so we can see or understand that person.
Have a nice day/night.
There are more than 2 truths and 1 lie here actually. Congratulations for your first correct answer, the date was a lie. But the text was real, unfortunately.
Well you know, we need to sadden something to cope with the pain we are carrying, but at end of the tunnel I always try to see a beam of light. Even though it might be the blood 8th color of the rainbow. Sorrow is a great writing inspiration, however, I feel bad to spread my grief without giving a solution for it. To be more precise, for myself.
I once was a brokenhearted sparrow too, yet I had carried the heavy stone all around until I found myself in me instead of something called "love" which I have never gained. So I am in my transformation, slow and painful, aching but comfortable.
Funny is I said you would transform into a phoenix someday, but myself is not gonna become one, my dear Beril. I will become a white butterfly instead, to bloom the world around a newborn phoenix 🌼
I hoped “I wish you happiness. Goodbye.” would be a lie. I really wished this. After a time, one might get bitter, edgy and merciless with people. I amnot afraid to say that I did. At some point, I was too nice, too forgiven for my own good. And with reading this old me and reacting with new me, I really hoped would be a lie...
I carried a hope with my tenth note. But little I forgot you were a sparrow trying to find a home.
Even though we see only blood, aren't all the colors a new color with that sight? Sparrow's blood spilled everywhere but is there somewhere isn't stained? Can I or can we find it somewhere else beside our other wing?
Oh my lovely Safy, all this blood, all this colors... We can see them on our new ways to find love. They did not stain our ways but changed them for our own good. Someday, I believe, we will learn to use it well... And your stained about to give birth cocoon and my stained sharp notes will guide us to our own good.
I hope I will see your beautiful wings even though you cannot see them... At the same time I got a feeling, that cocoon of yours began to show your magnificent wings by rupturing.
I believe we have our ways to deal with things, Beril. I know many of us would choose to become edgy and bitter after times of crumbles, and you did too. But I am trying not to let my softness change, I can be merciless to myself even though I wouldn't be to other people. At the end of the day, who doesn't want love?
Do not worry about the blood, as long as our wings aren't broken, we would still fly further than we can imagine, fly to the land which hasn't been stained in blood. That's the place where your mesmerizing feathers would flap freely amongst the flowers I would have pollinated.
Yes it did, and yours too, my dearest. As you saw it in me, I saw the same thing in you.