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If I were..
If I were a bird perched on the highest branch. I would breathe in the air around me. I would fly further than the eye could see, the world below me a distant memory.
I would feel the wind between my toes, gliding me through the heartache in an instant. The warmth embracing feeling of freedom would warm me like a blanket.
I would grab these few moments and enjoy every second, before the world below becomes every closer, realising that I am dreaming and that reality is only a few feet away.
I would value these moments before waking to a world of the fear, pain and the unknown but remember that life is not with the birds in the clouds above, and it is what you do make of it down here that counts.