Drake

Dark. Loneliness. Empty heart. Everything is still in one motion, a cycle that's been this way for as long as I remember. It can be both a raven...but I got used to it all. Deep in the dark woods is my home and sanctuary. I spread my wings looking around at nothing but the same damn things that I see every day. Here, the world and thought of happiness is unfamiliar. All birds known, bluejays, robins, woodpeckers, all of it, spread their wings around the dreading place we call home. So imagine my shock when I see...a white feather? drifting slowly through the air like it has all the time in the world... delicate and special...it flew into this slow and saturated world world. I better get a look...