November 12th 2010

The birds sat so unaware, perched up so high on their black lines that tore through my vision.

They didn't see my eyes go wide in awe of the Paradies spilling out in bursts from those smokestacks. Clouds of pink that flooded the sky and sent my heart spinning into space. Did they see it; When my heart fell from the edges of my eyes and down into the coal and dirt
? Did they turn their heads in curiosity as my heart broke and shattered upon the ground?

No.

They were only birds. They knew no make believe worlds of love and dreams... they had no proverbial hearts to break. Only truth and instinct.

I long to be those birds. Unswaying as the sky goes pink. Unfaltering when the world is falling down around them.

Oh how I long to be those birds...