The sun is setting, which means I can finally stop feeling like a ridiculous bird and start feeling like a man again. Though honestly, some days the feathers feel less like a curse and more like a shield against the world.
Am I the only one who finds it easier to be honest when the lights are low? It’s funny how much we hide when others are watching. To anyone out there offering "kindness" just to see if you can break someone... stay away. I've seen enough betrayal to last several lifetimes.