witheringDreams
Member
- Mar 21, 2023
- 14
Once upon a time, there was a little bird that lived all alone in a tree. Day in and day out, it would perch on a branch, singing beautiful songs and hoping that someone would come along and listen. But day after day, the bird's songs went unheard. It longed for even the tiniest bit of attention, for someone to stop and admire its melody, but no one ever did.
As time went on, the little bird became more and more despondent. It wished for any kind of interaction, even if it was negative. It imagined that if someone would shout at it, harm it, or insult it, at least it would be acknowledged. But the bird's existence continued to go unnoticed.
So the little bird kept singing, hoping that someday, somehow, someone would finally hear its songs and give it the attention it craved. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, the bird began to lose hope. It felt like it was fading away, like it was slowly disappearing from the world. And in its heart, the bird knew that it might as well not exist at all.
As time went on, the little bird became more and more despondent. It wished for any kind of interaction, even if it was negative. It imagined that if someone would shout at it, harm it, or insult it, at least it would be acknowledged. But the bird's existence continued to go unnoticed.
So the little bird kept singing, hoping that someday, somehow, someone would finally hear its songs and give it the attention it craved. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, the bird began to lose hope. It felt like it was fading away, like it was slowly disappearing from the world. And in its heart, the bird knew that it might as well not exist at all.
