"I must go now, take my ideas, build on them. Explore. I'm afraid im too big tent and cozy for where you are going."
I chrip incoherently as the glassed long bird hops off the rim. Of the rim of its nest.
I finally speak.
"Yet what about repeating yourself till your secretary gets bored?"
"That may still apply, yet through synthesis of other ideas and mind, you must go and develop something you, distinctly you. Goodbye, make a ruckus!" The mentor said.
With that, without any warning it flies from the nest.
"Wait!" Crying out,
"You can't work more hours! 1000 true fans!" The bird spoke.
it's gone.
"You can't work more hours! 1000 true fans!" The bird spoke.
it's gone.
I crawl out, then I attempt to follow it.
Wow, the ground looks far. Gulping, the tip of the nest is gone, with the leap into the unknown.
"I'll be sure the cite your blog posts if I fail, maybe I'll listen to your podcast." As I descend.
Oh bo-
"I'll be sure the cite your blog posts if I fail, maybe I'll listen to your podcast." As I descend.
Oh bo-
