I wonder if birds know just how lucky they are. I wonder if they know how envious I am of their abilities. I wonder if they think at all. Or maybe they just go.
Attempting to describe how I feel is always nearly impossible. I suppose this is the first real step I take though, somehow through interesting images and tidbits of text. Misunderstood, I am Bri, 18 and living the sunny life in California. As I embark on the world of adulthood in college, watch me soar.
