I realized that I was making a foolish mistake, so I've decided that tonight I'm cutting off my right hand and tossing it to the sky to let it fly away on green wings to it's little snow dove far far away.
Of course I haven't told this to my little blue jay. I really don't want to. I want to continue to lie to it, and stroke it's blue feathers, telling it I love it and it will never leave me so it will be happy and ignorant to my caged heart. I do love my blue jay, I truely do, but it is a foolish love. I will never be able to hold my blue jay. I'll never be able to caress it's sweet feathers and kiss it's pretty lips. My blue jay isn't mine and it never will be. So I'm going to let my blue jay go. A bird and a fish may love, but they can never be together. I was foolish to think it was possible and now I just want to vanish so my little blue jay can be happy, even if we've been through so much together. My blue jay sings songs and tells me it loves me, but I know that the blue jay doesn't love me. My blue jay sings for someone else. My blue jay isn't mine...I simply keep it in my cage.
So farewell, little blue jay, whenever you may hop onto my journal and find tear-stained pages old and yellow. I love you, little blue jay. I want you to be happy. And I know the only way you can be happy is if you are with your little snow flower. Fly away, little blue jay. Fly and be free. Your wings are scarred no more.
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