Nu vreau sa zbor.

Sunt fixata pe o bucatica de pamint,intotdeauna m-am vazut in ipostaza asta.Iar cind timpul imi amesteca gindurile,faptele,ideile incit usor simt ca sunt confuza si respiratia mi se opreste caci ma simt neom.E ca un zbor ,in care sufletul incearca sa supravietuiasca fara a depunr un efort.Usor,cind imi deschid ochii percep ca sunt straina si vreau sa cobor caci tremurul ciudat ce mi se zbate in vene,imi aduce frica.Nu vreau sa zbor,caci simt cum imi ingheata sufletul si haina de pe mine.Nu vreau sa zbor caci mi-e frig de frigul meu,mi-e frica de aripile mele mici si fara de-o experienta buna si impietrita.Sunt un firicel de iarba ce creste pe pamint,aici eu ma pot hrani cu simplitatea pamintului cu parfumul ce mi l-a dat Dumnezeu.Nu am putere,credeti-ma ca nu am puterea sa urc acolo sus si sa ma las furata de un nouras frumos si perfect,caci inca nu ma simt perfecta.Nu vreau sa zbor caci acolo mi-e strain gindul.E simplu pentru a intelege un suflet,cind tremurator v-a spune ,ca nu vreau sa zbor caci acolo nu ma simt acasa.

De ce?!….Imi striga gindul din profunda-mi inima,si tot imi spune ” Esti inca frageda,pentru a zbura.”

Published by daianapirgaru

Hello, there! My name is Diana. I am from the Republic of Moldova. Moved to the United States in 2016, and started from the beginning. I was born to inhale words instead of air, to have ink instead of blood, to live thousands of years everything people live in a moment. Since I remember myself, I had this deep connection with the moon, autumn, and woods. I was the sensitive child in the family or the weirdest one. I discovered my passion at an early age, but my wings were broken since I was in high school. Didn't stop flying. Moved to another planet, where I had to learn English from the beginning. I am an overexcited person who adores words and struggles with grammar. I write gritty short stories, novels, and poems, holidays articles, etc. Besides that, I am a student and a MOM.

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