Just like a bird fighting to get out of its aviary, we dodge what we think of as emptiness to be set free and go to where we think is home. We lose patience, we pray for haste, but as time goes by, and we're bowed by the moments which our eyes behold throughout the years, those moments turn into scarce memories, and we realize that in the place we call home, there is neither happiness nor sadness, neither merriment nor weariness… nothing but emptiness, and we start longing for the old days…and the image of what we once called home is reshaped and home becomes no more than a vacant place, just like an empty cage.
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