bird A was standing alone on the metal bar
bird B flew towards bird A and chirped to it
bird A ruffled its feathers and irritatedly nodded to bird B
both birds went silent
bird A slightly shift away from bird B
trying to coax its feathers down
bird B shift away from bird A
bird A face to the right, bird B the left
bird B flew away
bird A's feathers went down and pretended nothing happened

so nostalgic...


saw that through the bus windows in the traffic jam today.. compressed by the numerous overly home-loving people packed against each other...
sometimes just looking at these tiny details make you feel comforted enough...
and somehow feel special that you notice this and not anyone else
its like a tiny secret

the secret little kids knew blind adults won't have
if i want something to last long,
i want to have the curiosity, observance and imagination of a child

i would still glance at clouds and watch birds fly
watch the sunset and pretend i can fly on Icarus wings

eat unglamously and to not care
play and laugh without constrain

i miss being as child
only to get despised by the society





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