Ok, so it’s been an interesting time.

Seems like it all started two years ago, I remember pecking at my eggshell, eager to break out. Then it broke. Feels like I’ve been testing my wings ever since.

Sometimes I miss my shell. It was warm and safe. It’s kind of cold and brutal out here. I keep freezing my feathers. Frozen feathers hurt other people. Frozen feathers tend to shatter.
Got an ice splinter in my heart and another in my throat.

Someone nearly unfroze me a little while ago. His warmth melted part of the ice, then burnt through my flesh. My feathers drew him near, then slashed a little too close to his heart.
We are not birds of a feather.

But I’ve learnt much
(more than I want).
And I’m starting to feel again.
(I can now feel that damn splinter in my heart)
(I can now feel! ----------------------- my heart)