Drew x's on the scars today and o's across your fingertips last night. I've been talking to myself a lot lately. Writing words for my eyes only. My last entry to myself read "this world isn't big enough for the one of us."
All of your habits are confusing. More so than the tread from those tire tracks that have intersected our body language.
Yesterday a little bird didn't notice my sliding glass door and was severely hurt. One hard hit and she became a hostage to the wind, flying wherever it blew. I rushed to meet her on the pavement where I found her convulsing... and I swear I heard her whisper "I am hated."
I sat with her for over an hour, wanting to let her know that it wasn't her.. it was just her genetic flaws that wouldn't allow her to decipher reflections from reality. But then I realized neither can I.
Proper burials for hour-long bonds. Learning more from less.
