"We don’t outgrow hard feelings
Facades of living free and unfulfilled
We’re good with time, not with friends
I hope you’ll never learn to play music

There are no words, other ways
I thought I ruled out once before, insane
I gave no fight, I’m not weak
I gave up captured, without force, freely”


One bird down. One to go. One bird to fly. One to call home. One bird on the corner. One on the floor. One bird to surrender. One to break the fall. 


They kill birds with our thoughts.

They always do;

They take our thoughts,

Wait patiently.

The seasons change,

Their Holy migration

To everlasting spring,


Down goes the first bird.


Anonymous: kill two birds and make a living.

Kill just one and be a killer forever.