i am still taking it personal when birds fly away from me – for fear or for safety it doesnt matter. well its not really personal but it makes my thoughts about you feel so insignificant. these birds are left to constantly worry about survival and i am stuck here worried about having someone love me. yet still the bird and i have both gone mad. birds have survived and so have we so we must be two insignificant batches. nothing to turn your head for. and so as i stare at this bird and this bird looks back, we pass each others worries into a blank space in the air. until we break concentration do our worries come back but just for that moment we gave each other a few seconds of clarity – which is better than none.