Feathers

the breeze took my feathers away from my sight...

-they say everything blows away in the wind.
if that is the truth then i wish nothing more for these feathers to turn into kites.
they can feel free to blow through the sky but always come back when i want to pull them in.
i do not want them to get too far from me.
before my feathers blew away-
they were sharpened and stabbed into the hearts.
they caused pain. they didnt care.
they werent there.
the hearts threw them into the air just in time for a gust of stubborn wind blew past, picked them up and carried them far away from me.
i tried to reach out and catch them before i was too late but i didnt notice they were gone.

they were two important, beautiful feathers in my collection.
in my paranoid state i fewer that they have gone into the distance and disappear. they will float untill somebody else will collect feathers.
HERE I AM
LEFT ALONE
WITHOUT
MY
FEATHERS.

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