Snippets of my thoughts
There's two pigeons always outside of my window, they are lovers. Lovebirds.
Sometimes they are sitting on the top of the garage, or on the other house's top, or hiding in the canopies of the trees. I could hear their wings flapping, playing with each other. They are always together. Sometimes they just stare at me. And i stare back at them. They look beautiful.
They been here for years, keeping me company. And i ask them, (not actually, I dont talk to pigeons.. duh.. I just wave at them, as a clearly sane person)
Why the hell are you here? Why are you suffering here with me? FLY AWAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE. If i could have wings, even just for a day, I would fly away and never come back to this hell of a place. Pits of hell, where I live.









