Owls Are Sad Too pt. 2

Owen the Owl is still seeming to dismiss the matter that he’s a sad boy. That’s a feeling of defeat and loss. Now by living in a general centre the mask of knowledge with how other suffering somebody’s come to facts with being this hopeless and then on with the situational cause of affect that there is nothing being simply there that can be getting fit in well with whatever there is to be to understood on how to discover something better or even how to discover something meaningful in a world so cold that is caught in with the worst of a badgering concept of what we the owls do by hating ourselves and what get done by hating others.

Masculinity is seen as strength when the men out here and all of the rest out there have every right to assert their dominion fo being alive and embrace their lives to feel weak or vulnerable without judgement because masculine qualities aren’t defined by either of those or even when truly hard or soft masculine qualities are crafted to indulge the hearts of those who are feminine and I’m talking about how a male feminine person can be in need of a female masculine person it all works out in the end due to the concept of confusion with how hurt non binary people feel towards the science behind sexuality and gender specifics.

It’s tough to consider and understand all at once but whenever they may need to be that way it’s still totally okay to not be a piece of shit and let people live their life. In no way do they feel any less alone when the stigma around mental illness in males gets violated so hard and escalated so deep to the point most just have no trust in the ones or the overall world around them due to any kind of measures of invalidation in the life set built corruption course many seem to fall off of and that’s called first hand suicide.

I want for these species… my species to not feel alone anymore and although they won’t allow for their feelings of dismissal get to them it still does and all they do is just ignore it and that’s ignorant of them to belittle their own life and after everything their whole experience of existence gets diminished so drastically that there isn’t any coming back from it. Or at least that’s what they wants us to believe. They all have this mind made up of wrongful ideas that carry off everybody into believing stigma is welcomed or even allowed or even a normal concept to aspect to life when it’s not because I have yet to be a life that gets lost since for every day and every second there is lives wanting to be lost or get lost too.

The Owl I’m writing about is the love of my life but I’ve noticed that he feels lost in the love atmosphere. He never loved himself. Enough, anymore, and now at all. He has now never felt love from another. I wish I could have shown him it. At the age of 6 he carried through an antic of flying sky high in attempts of being an eagle but as he is not a sky bird he did not fall through with his idea of being a heavy weight bird who is; along with the rest of us; we are not able to eat our precious and yummy strawberries fruits enough because sadly enough we sometimes starve here or eat rare pickings that don’t satisfy a hunger of ones starving from lack of appetite and lack of emotional love and the worst of it the lack of understanding life and all of its many wonders.

His parents even have treated him so distantly that was never aggressive protective that he now feels neglected and that there’s nothing in the animal world out there for him. Besides me of course. But he won’t ever know that. And not because we aren’t in love but the other owls are jealous of our loving hearts when they are just evil in their headset motions.

He likes to hoot in the moonlight. And I love it. Although he is quiet most times when he wants to be; the sound of his agony can be heard throughout this angelic hoot. This is the only time he feels safe, alive, heard, and alright. I’ve seen that. Time and time before but the moment we clicked which we are actively feeding into in this moment I’m crossing the paths of fears and insecurities to welcome in my new set on particular for being a lovely lady for. “But what is he hooting for or even about?” Gets asked in rude tones that trigger me into believing that those complaining, noticing, or admitting his ways are judging without care to their judgment which is something I don’t like. I beg to announce on his behalf that he hoots for the attention of the people close by. But they never give it. Rather for a fact they like to over judge him on his cry for help which is always heard through in a hopeless manor of needing to be heard. Wanting to be heard. But never actually reaching to the point where he ever is.

The problem being is that all of us owls here in the forest far out in the sunniest of countries get sad but the mere fact that any of us have been being sad let alone all of us only presses the fact that mental illness needs to be addressed to be related to then on resolved so we can then instead of brushing aside the sufferings of anybody let alone just about any somebody we can save the owl world and break the chains on the daily demand of hate controls that lead onto more desperate desperation following us through our time.

One day Owen the Owl brought himself to a thin branch to watch over the view of where he resides. Things like appreciating his world and all of the beautiful things in it is his way of coping from the unimaginable. His way of reminding himself that positivity does exist and that he can very well be a better man as long as his appreciation for his life still lingers on even when or really more especially when he does feel like not being an owl anymore.

He gets these strange thoughts of uselessness and of major fear ever so often that he just wants to let go of all of it and be able to breathe without the danger of being told that he has no reasons to be sad or have any kind of emotion that is unpleasant. All negative emotions are unpleasant and an unpredictable force makes him recognize a recovery system that doesn’t care for its entire world let alone even a group of species really going through it.

Unfortunately for him he knows that everybody gets treated that way just like him yet for him he gets to feeling more and more alone in the lunatic mindset because no one in his life enjoys bringing pain out of the way or that nobody in the sense of everyone at the same timeframe of reaching out tries to practice having meaningful conversations. Ones where it’s most especially importantly focuses conversations revolved around self improvement. Many owls don’t like that. And I don’t like them. Especially when they’re lonely in the day and even lonelier in the night.

They won’t be loud about anything detrimental because they’re stuck in the lives of unhappy beings. Owen the Owl knows this already and feels quite the lonely since on his own he wants to thrive for greater things and can admit to himself that better days can be his days and better days can be anyone’s days once they create that for themselves and once they stop demeaning others and having those others caressed to the point they no longer are able to fight the unknown and unwanted war of staying safe when safety shouldn’t have to be a concrete concept being rescued.

He just needs to draw out the sorrow from the owl world. Which would be the fact we aren’t humans and can’t control the world as we hold no dominion over it and actually are the dependents of humanity where we are and ever still have been being neglected by the selfish beings not caring about us, themselves or their fellow peoples as their misery reigns on and makes me not want to be here.

It’s hard to exist as our fellow owls witness the greatness and the downfalls that we always knew could exist but just never got to know them because many don’t find it possible to know or haven’t tried to keep living in a happier, calmer, safer, and more respectable way to then on believe in ourselves to see the greatness that exists to help heal us in a greater sense of no longer being suicidal or sad all day.

He will sit on his thin branch and question everything around him. “Is it easier being a human?” The world will answer “but it’s not. At least not from what I would know.”He has wondered to himself at least three times in his life. “What if I’m god of the owl world?” He never receives his answer so he goes and questions it some more. He questioned it so hard that one day I approached him on his branch reaching out from the barn and we had the most loveliest of talks.

At the end he gazed through the darkness as it fell from day to night so quickly in the way we hadn’t notice time move and he made a small sigh. “Why is everything so off? Why can’t I just be happy? When will I be treated as though me… a someone that cares so much about everyone in positions like my own treat me like I’m not just some statistic that needs to die off from being too sad and hopeless when life is so beautiful it’s just too depressing to enjoy and for me to finally like actually acknowledge the matter that I don’t want to keep on being a sad boy?” His thoughts race.

I assert him and his mind goes in a loop. Probably fell in love too.“Why can’t my fellow owls care about me? I mean I’m not rude. I’m not mean and I’m certainly not selfish. I just wish they would care about my struggles. Them or anyone. To reach out to me and help me remember how precious life is. I just don’t feel loved. I don’t have any friends or any family that care about the world wide sadness I feel in my heart on the daily.” That’s what Owen the Owl cries to himself about. To my pleasure he cried to me about these things. I never peeped a word back but I did listen to every tiny feeling bursting through the seems of this deep talk and fell in love right back.

I know he doesn’t want to be alone living about with his struggles but what can an owl do when the rest of this kind suffer the same but never try to reach out and resolved our sufferings and turn them elsewhere and grant supports? Those are all big questions that the answers seem to hide away and get more and more distant the more and more Owen the Owl feels sad about anything pretentious evolving in sakes close to the dimensions of past fixtures causing current day corruptions in large amounts of quantitative easing that has me even scared to hoot because I now begin to feel that nobody is going to care the way I cared through for my new friend who’s probably off on his busy day being sad and sick in his mind, feelings, and out loud in his hooting voice that’s only showing what he wants to show and not what he needs to show.