I was in Chang Mai at a temple, I saw a white bird inside a cage, the owner controlled his destiny, inside my body - full of rage.
I gave him some bahts, I had on hand, he smiled gratefully and opened the door, the white bird flew away, and came back that very day.
Held captive for some years, waiting to leave my cage, stayed there by my own will, too afraid to disengage.
When the bird left the cage, I flew with it in a way, like the owner of the bird, I was the guard, how absurd.
We returned to the US, it wasn't long before I left, packed my bags one weekend soon, while he was flying to the moon.
Chiang Mai Thailand, is in my heart, always be a great part, how happy everyone was, and realized time and what it does.
Faced the fear of leaving rage, embraced the fear on centerstage, it was a turbulent flight, but I felt freedom at great heights.
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