A feather paints the picture of the trust we all fail to believe in.

Feathers symbolize so many things like tender texture, calm temper, the obsessed collector, or just a bird under the weather. A feather is soft, delicate, and aware. It speaks of the smooth truth and the critically ignored youth, It’s like a wisdom tooth for anybody willing to pick it up and soothe. A feather is so innocent and free, it’s the faith we all fail to see. A feather is like the pope giving us a mini speech on how to acquire hope, it’s as if we treat it like a tight rope when it’s meant to be lathered on like soft soap. It’s like all of us that are human treat life as if we’re Truman and can’t distinguish what it is we should label inhuman. Between real and fake, raw and proven, lies and the truth and the truth buried in the lies nothings ever deemed superhuman. The injustice of the rare occurring hope is like a backache that you can’t escape, something so fake you wish you could cut it’s head off like a snake. I might not be able to rap like Drake but for goodness sake this shits gonna get destroyed like an earthquake. It’s an easy remake to partake in a retake to generalize hope into this massive give and forsake instead of a double take. It’s no mistake that we are blind to see this gorgeous piece of cake, this plate of faith that could cure this world of hunger like a swiss steak. It’s time to bake away this artificial impostor of lies and manipulate the hope back into next morning’s sunrise.