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Location: Between life and death
|prehaps it is but an illusion but ive seen that bluebird somewhere before i just cannot picture where ive seen it its far too blurry now and every time i try to remember that shade of blue as blue the sky i see blood all over the feathers they look almost purple crimson maybe like the stone ive held in my hands before i ended up here after the fall as my name suggests like pride of course they call me pride but im the pride after the fall of a natural life filled with flaws and mortal entrapment something about eternity comes to mind every time i see something fly over my head that same something that says youre flying but not through the sky a sky as blue as that bluebird is dead and ive pictured it decapitated as my body sized that is the only memory i have of the day i died i rise again from ash like a phoenix who has previously crinkled and cracked under the weight of its own ravenous flames i think spontaneous combustion what an odd term where did it come from no one has ever mentioned such a term to me perhaps it is another memory like the bluebird in my thoughts a bluebird rising from the ash no rising from the blood my blood and now i see where this image comes from another life another time another page from the various tomes i have slight recollection of reading sometimes that bluebird forces me to remember things that maybe i shouldnt after all what can i do with those memories anyway if they are from a past life with its own routine its own surroundings its own interactions with the world around it its own ecology hopefully the bluebird of these memories is just an illusion and nothing more even if i know deep down in the stone i call a heart that this is not true
--A.A.J.B. (<--- Thats me by the way)
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