i have no idea what i'm doing here. raptors aside, i've never been birds' biggest fan. i despise pigeons so much that sometimes (especially when they're sullying my car) i secretly want to punt those rats with wings. this morning's different though. i'm sitting on the grass in suburbia, inwardly rooting for a bird's survival.
a day comes along, & you're blind-sided. you are betrayed. you can
never go back. your image of the person in whom you've so deeply
believed--it's never the same. you can never get the answers you want
nor find the closure you need. these are the risks of loving.